The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink had been bleeding for three hours, and I had counted every drop that fell from the King’s finger to the parchment, a wet, black tally that smelled of iron and rot. I am Elias, forty-two, a scribe in the Court of Whispers, and I want to transcribe the King’s final decree before dawn, but the opposing force is the King’s own rotting hand, which bleeds ink that burns my skin, and the...

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