The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The letter was already on the desk, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and regret. Sir Kaelen stood in the center of the Duke’s solar, his gauntlets hanging loose at his sides, and watched the wind rattle the leaded panes of the window behind him. The Duke, a man whose face had been smoothed by decades of administrative cruelty, did not look up from his ledger. He...

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