The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

June Fenwick stood before the central pillar of the Great Hall, her breath shallow in the cold air that smelled of wet stone and old ink. She was thirty-two, a scribe of modest reputation, and she wanted only a permanent archive position, a desk that would not be taken away by the shifting tides of the court. The Hall was not merely a building; it was a mirror of moral weight, its stone...

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