The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The hall was a cavern of velvet and dust, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, where the light from the chandeliers fell in pale, trembling shafts that seemed to suspend time itself in the amber haze. You stood at the edge of the table, your fingers resting on the cold, polished wood, feeling the vibration of the orchestra playing in the distance, a sound like the hum of a...

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