The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink on the parchment is not merely black; it is a suspension of night, thick and viscous, smelling faintly of iron and crushed violets. You hold the quill with a tremor in your fingers, a vibration that seems to originate not in the hand but in the marrow of the wrist, and you watch as the tip hovers above the vellum. The air in the scriptorium is still, heavy with the dust of ground oak...

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