The Wistful Petal
Chapter One Dinesh Gupta’s hands were already shaking when he reached for the glass vial, the amber liquid inside catching the low, flickering light of the oil lamp. "You cannot keep it from him," Dinesh said, his voice tight with a fear that tasted like iron. "He is dying, Master Ravi. The wasting sickness takes the flesh, but the mind remains. I need the root. The final dose." Master Ravi did...
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