The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ledger counted three hundred and twelve deaths, a number so precise it felt like a weight in the pocket, heavy and cold against the hip. Arthur Vane sat in the damp office of the Blackwood Colliery, his fingers tracing the grooves of the wooden desk, feeling the grain splinter under his nails, a texture that reminded him of the bark on the elm tree where Elara used to sit. It was November,...

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