The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The parchment was heavy, cream-colored, and smelled of iron filings. Elias Thorne held it under the candlelight of the King’s hall, his thumb pressing the wax seal until it cracked. He was a sergeant, thirty-five years old, with hands that knew the weight of a sword and the price of a loaf of bread. He knew the cost of silence, too. The Chancellor stood behind him, a man of iron will and softer...

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