The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The tally sticks lay on the table, twelve of them, each marked with a scratch for every day George Pargeter had served without a single complaint. He counted them twice. The light in the council chamber was low, the oil lamps guttering against the draft that seeped under the heavy oak door. George watched the flame. He did not blink. Across the table, Archon Aldric sat with his hands folded,...

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