The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning light fell through the high, arched windows of the manor house, a pale and indifferent sheet that illuminated the dust motes dancing in the still air, a suspension of time that seemed to hold your breath in its amber grip while you sat at the heavy oak table, your hands resting on the smooth surface as if seeking a pulse that was no longer there, and in that silence you felt the...

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