The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall of the Citadel of Oakhaven stands open to the night air, its great stone arches stripped of their tapestries, leaving the bare rock to drink the moonlight like a thirsty beast. You stand at the head of the long table, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword, the metal cold against your palm, a silence that feels heavier than the iron armor you have worn for twenty years....

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