The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink on the indictment was still wet, glistening in the candlelight like a fresh wound, and I held the parchment up, my fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the words scrawled in the Mayor’s own hand, accusing me of the theft of the Guild’s treasury, a crime for which the penalty was not merely death but the public stripping of my honor, a ritual that had...

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