The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

1402, 14th of November. The ink is still wet on the refusal, the parchment heavy with the smell of tallow and old sweat. I hold the iron key in my left hand, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks that should not have been opened, and the cold static rises from the metal to hum against my palm, a frequency that matches the hollow ache behind my eyes. I am forty years old, and I have...

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