The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The road to the Mirror Market was a smear of mud and sleet, a place where the shadows of the new harbor buildings stretched long and thin across the mud like the fingers of a drowning man. Khadija Laham walked with her head down, the silver brooch at her throat humming a low, cold note against her skin, a vibration she had felt for ten years but only now understood as a weight. She was a...

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