The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The silver-threaded shawl lies in your lap, its weave so tight it feels less like fabric and more like a sealed letter, and you are Elias Thorne, a master tanner in the walled city of Oren, whose hands smell permanently of lye and oak gall despite the fact that you have not touched a hide in three years. You are forty years old, a number that sits heavy in your chest like a stone in a boot, and...

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