The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink did not dry. It never did. In the ledger room of the Ashworth & Sons Printing Press, the air hung thick with the scent of iron gall and stale paper, a smell that had seeped into the fibers of Margaret Holloway’s apron until it was part of her skin. She sat at the high desk, the one facing the window that looked out over the muddy yard where the delivery carts waited. Her hands were...

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