The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The contract is for two hundred pounds, Mr. Thorne, and the ink is running low, so I suggest you stop pretending you are a poet and start acting like a tradesman. Magistrate Harrow sat behind his oak desk, the wood polished to a dull, waxy sheen by decades of anxious hands, and watched me with the patient, cold indifference of a man observing a rat trying to climb a wall. I stood in the doorway...

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