The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The carriage wheels cracked over the frozen mud as Elias Vane stepped down into the yard of St. Jude’s Abbey. The air tasted of iron and old rot. He was thirty-two, his hands stiff from the long ride, and his eyes fixed on the crumbling facade. The Breathing Wall stood there, a jagged scar of exposed stone against the grey sky. Lord Malachi waited on the porch, a silhouette of velvet and...

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