The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream is always the same. You are standing on the cobblestones of the square in Oakhaven, but the stones are breathing. They rise and fall with a wet, rhythmic heave, like the lungs of a dying beast. Your sister, Mara, walks ahead of you. She is barefoot. Her feet are black with frostbite, yet she does not shiver. She is moving toward the edge of the village, where the trees lean in as if...

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