The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink is black, but it looks red in the candlelight, a wet, arterial smear that refuses to dry on the vellum. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hands are shaking so violently that the quill scratches a jagged line across the margin, a wound in the parchment that mirrors the fever burning in your throat. You want to finish this page, just this one final folio, before the dawn...

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