The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink was running low, and I counted the drops that fell from the nib onto the parchment, one, two, three, each a dark bead of oil that refused to soak in but instead hovered on the surface, trembling with a life of its own. It was eleven o’clock, and the light from the tallow candle in the corner was dying, leaving only a bruised purple shadow in the corner of the attic where my brother...

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