The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the Great Hall of the Palace of Whispers was not merely cold but heavy, a physical substance that pressed against your skin like the wet wool of a burial shroud, carrying with it the scent of damp stone, ancient beeswax, and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the flagstones where generations of kings had once sat in judgment, their faces now...

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