The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coffee mug was cold, the ceramic rim slick with condensation that dripped onto your knuckles. You held it with your left hand, the one that had started to ache three nights ago, a dull throb that felt less like pain and more like weight. You are Elias, forty-two, a night watchman at Ashford Manor, and you need this job. You need the pay to cover your mother’s bills, the rent on her flat,...

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