The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The shop smelled of dried lavender and old dust, a scent that seemed to hang in the air like a ghost refusing to leave. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter, his fingers stained a permanent, faint purple from the ink he used to label the jars. He was a man of precise movements, his spine straight, his eyes fixed on the small, intricate task of pressing a single, translucent petal into a square...

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