The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink is black, but it smells of wet earth and old blood. You dip the quill. The nib catches the vellum with a sound like a dry leaf breaking. It is 1342, and the light in the scriptorium is the pale, sickly grey of a winter dawn that refuses to break. You are Elara. You are thirty years old, and your hands are steady, though your heart hammers against your ribs like a trapped bird. You write...

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