The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink was cold when it first seeped through the wool of my tunic, a black stain spreading across my chest like a bruise forming in fast time. I stood in the North Tower, the wind howling through the cracks in the masonry, and I tried to speak to Lord Malachi, but the stone walls wept around me, marking my words as lies before they even left my lips. I am Silas Vane, Captain of the Royal...

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