The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink is dry, but the page is not. You hear the creak of the chair before you see the King. Aldric sits in the shadow of the high window, his face a map of old wars and new debts. He does not look at you. He looks at the stone floor, at the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that cuts across the throne room. The air smells of wax and stale wine, the scent of a house that has been...

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