The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"The petition is denied." The High Marshal’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of the stone floor beneath our boots, a low thrum that I felt in my teeth before I heard the words. I stood at attention, my left hand resting on the pommel of my sword, the metal cold and familiar against my palm. But beneath the leather grip, something else was moving. A vibration. A Grey Pulse, they...

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