The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The frost on the windowpane is not white, but a bruised purple, and when I breathe against it, the condensation runs down in lines that look suspiciously like tears, a detail I note with the detached precision of a man who has spent thirty years cataloguing the decay of others. I am Thomas Bradshaw, scribe to the High Inquisitor, and I am writing this entry on the fourteenth of January, in the...

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