The Wistful Petal
The train arrives at the central station of the capital, a beast of iron and steam that breathes out clouds of white mist into the cold, gray air. You step onto the platform, your coat heavy with the dampness of the journey, and the crowd flows around you like a river around a stone. You are here to retrieve an object, a small, unassuming box of mahogany wood that belongs to the estate of the...
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