The Wistful Petal
The first drop of ink hit the blotter at 4:12 in the afternoon, a black bead no larger than a lentil. Elias Thorne counted the seconds until it spread, watching the liquid expand into a jagged star that stained the white paper where he had just finished writing the date of Silas Vane’s supposed forgery. He was a man of precise measurements, a historian who believed that truth could be weighed...
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