The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Aldric. The word hung in the air, heavy as wet wool. He blinked, the dark of his chamber receding to reveal the grey light of dawn filtering through the arrow slits. In his hand, he clutched the red cloak. It was no longer the vibrant scarlet of his son’s youth, but a tattered, mottled thing, stained with the dust of ten years and the memory of blood. The dream had been the same, as it always...

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