The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The letter lay on the workbench, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and rain. Elias Thorne read it twice, the parchment trembling in his hands, before he folded it into a tight square and slipped it into his apron pocket. The elders of the valley had decided, with the cold precision of men who measure grain by the grain, that his alchemical pursuits were heretical, a blight upon the...

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