The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Clara held the estate agent’s key in her hand, the metal cold and sharp against her palm, the tag reading *For Sale* swinging like a pendulum. The kitchen of the manor was damp, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old dust, a temperature that seemed to settle in the bones before it hit the skin. She had been standing there for ten minutes, watching the wallpaper peel away from the...

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