The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You dream of lilies. Not the white, sacred kind, but the black, bruised things that bloom in the damp earth of Oakhaven’s forgotten corners. In the dream, the walls of the courthouse are not stone but skin, stretched tight and pale, pulsing with a slow, wet rhythm. You are standing in the center of the room, and the magistrate is speaking, but his words are muffled by the sound of your own...

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