The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The parchment lay on the desk, damp with the morning fog that seeped through the shutters of the scribe’s cottage. It was a list, written in ink so black it seemed to bleed into the fiber, detailing the debts of the town of Oakhaven. Elias Thorne, thirty years old and hollowed out by a decade of service, picked up the quill. His hand trembled, not from cold, but from the weight in his palm....

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