The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, industrial weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors of the sky, and you stood in the center of the weaving hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of the loom’s iron frame, your hands trembling not from cold but from the terrible, vibrating anticipation of the final submission. You were...

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