The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was always the same, a suffocating coil of rotting wisteria vines that wrapped tight around Elias Thorne’s throat, pressing the air from his lungs until the smell of decay was so thick it tasted like copper and wet earth. He woke gasping in his small, sparse apartment in the district of Harrow, the sheets twisted around his legs, his heart hammering a frantic, irregular rhythm against...

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