The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The feast was a lie, a performance of plenty that tasted of ash and old grease. You sat at the long oak table in the refectory of the Abbey of St. Jude, surrounded by the other archivists, men in wool robes that smelled of damp stone and unwashed bodies. The candles flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to reach for your throat. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior...

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