The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The black orchid bloomed in the ash of the mill, its petals unfurling with a wet, tearing sound that cut through the smoke. I stood in the ruins of Oakhaven Textile, the soot clinging to my constable’s uniform, listening to the whisper that came not from the wind but from the flower itself. It spoke my brother’s name. It spoke my name. The fire had taken Arthur three nights prior, and the town...

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