The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink in the well was black, but it came out red. I stared at the quill, the tip trembling as a drop of crimson swelled and fell onto the parchment. It did not spread like water. It sat there, a perfect, heavy bead, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat. I am Elias, thirty-two, and I have spent the last decade cataloging the rotting spines of St. Jude’s Monastery, a crumbling fortress on the...

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