The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass was cold, colder than the winter air that bit through the gaps in the cathedral’s stone, and I held it up to the light, watching the way the amber hue of the lead cames caught the grey dawn, a color I had not seen in three years, a color that belonged to Elara’s eyes before the fever took them. "Master Thorne, the Bishop awaits your decision," said Aldous, his voice thin and strained,...

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