The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the sanctuary was thick, not with incense, but with the heavy, metallic scent of old blood and wet stone. You stood in the center of the circular room, your back against the cold, unyielding wall of the ancient library, the only light source being the singular, dying candle that flickered in a brass holder before you. The shadows were not merely the absence of light; they were...

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