The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The frayed edge of the silk shawl was digging into Elias Thorne’s palm, a sharp, cold bite that felt less like fabric and more like a vein under skin. He was in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of the loom oil that never quite washed out of the floorboards, and he was trying to count the coins in his pocket without shaking. The window above, the only...

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