The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was always the same: a brick wall, ancient and weeping, bleeding not blood but a thick, viscous ink that pooled on the cobblestones in shapes that looked suspiciously like letters. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of iron and wet paper in his mouth, the gas lamps of the street below flickering in the pre-dawn gloom of November, 1924. He was thirty years old, a junior archivist in the...

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