The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The chandelier above the long table did not sparkle; it screamed. It was a cage of crystal shards, a suspended galaxy of fractured light that cut the air into jagged, bleeding pieces. In the center of this glittering storm sat Captain Elias Thorne, his hands resting flat on the mahogany, his knuckles white as bone. The table was a altar of porcelain and silver, but the centerpiece was not a...

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