The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The iron key was cold, a slab of black metal that seemed to drink the light from Aldous’s trembling hand, its surface etched with runes that shifted like oil on water. He held it before the gate of the Keep of Vael, a structure of obsidian that rose from the frozen moors like a jagged tooth of the earth, its walls absorbing the weak winter sun until the air around it turned the color of bruised...

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