The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ivy had grown so thick over the eastern wall of the priory that the stone beneath it was no longer a fact but a rumor, a memory of geometry that the greenery had swallowed whole, and I stood there with my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dry, biting thing that settled into the marrow, but from the terrible, humming pressure in my skull, a pressure that felt less like pain and...

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