The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The room smelled of stale tea and the particular, dry dust that settles on things no one touches for decades. You sat in the high-backed chair, the wood polished to a dull sheen by the friction of a thousand nervous hands. Before you, the long oak table stretched into the gloom, and at its far end sat the Council. They were not men or women, exactly, but figures of such rigid formality that...

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