The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Act I Every town in the valley of Ombre believed that silence was a debt owed to the dead, yet the dust in the air suggested otherwise. Suzanne Descamps, forty years old and her hands permanently stained with the tincture of lavender oil, stood before the Mayor’s sealed workshop, watching the light slice through the cracked shutters at an angle that promised only ash. She held a vial of clear...

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