The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream begins not with sound, but with the weight of the water, a cold and crushing pressure that settles against your temples like a funeral wreath made of ice. You are standing in the middle of the river, the current tugging at your boots with the insistent, hungry teeth of a living thing, and the sky above is a bruised purple, heavy with the promise of a storm that has already arrived in...

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