The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Textile Mill smelled of boiled wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear. You stood by the long oak table, your hands trembling slightly as you polished the brass rim of a tankard. It was a Tuesday, which was wrong. Wednesdays were for the feast. But the foreman, a man named Silas whose face was mapped with the deep red veins of chronic high blood...

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