The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The stone in your pocket is soft. You press your thumb against it through the wool of your coat, feeling the grain shift, the way wet clay shifts under a potter’s wheel. It costs nothing, this stone. It was worth a watchtower, a career, and twenty-two years of service. You are Silas. You are forty-two. You want your pension before the winter solstice, which is twelve days away. You need the...

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