The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Citadel did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine, despite the gilded platters stacked high upon the oak table and the laughter of the courtiers that rose like a thick, cloying fog around the pillars; it smelled, instead, of the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and the faint, sweet rot of crushed lavender, a scent that clung to the velvet lining of the...

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