The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain does not fall here; it rises, a cold mist that tastes of iron and old blood. You are Silas, forty-two, a warden in the High Court of the Pale, and your heart is not your own. It beats in a sickening sync with the dying monarch, a rhythm that has stolen your sleep and your sanity for three days. You want the vial. You want the King’s last drop of Ambrosia to break the curse of the...

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