The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass vial was heavy in my palm, cold and slick, containing a single drop of dark fluid that refused to settle. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the dormer window, watching the droplet cling to the glass like a bead of oil. It was a small weight, barely an ounce, but it felt like it carried the entire burden of the estate’s silence. My name is Elara, and I am thirty-two...

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