The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The parchment was damp, the ink of the clerk’s hand smeared into a brown, weeping stain that looked less like script and more like a wound in the paper. Elias Thorne held it against the cold stone of the cell wall, the material soft and yielding under his thumb, while the smell of mildew and old urine rose from the floorboards to greet him. He was forty years old, a sergeant of the King’s...

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