The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was always the same. A single petal, white and translucent, drifting down through a sky the color of old bruises. It did not fall so much as it hesitated, suspended in a wind that smelled of wet stone and decay. Thomas woke with the scent still clinging to his tongue, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was twelve years old, and he lived in the shadow of a...

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