The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The parchment was damp, the ink of the seal still wet and black as a bruise, and I held it with fingers that smelled of the mason’s dust. It was a bill for ventilation shafts, dated the third day of the feast of Lord Malachi, and I had refused to sign it, yet here it was, in my hand, the only proof I had that the haunting was a mechanism, a trick of stone and air, and not the voice of a dead...

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