The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fog in the city of Veldt does not clear; it merely thickens, pressing against the windowpanes of the workshop like a living thing that has forgotten how to leave, and you sit at the bench with the Grand Orrery before you, its brass arms suspended in a stillness that feels less like rest and more like a held breath. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, though the mirror in the corner...

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