The Wistful Petal
Chapter One Looking back, Froukje van Leeuwen knew the cold had started in the mortar before it reached her skin, a creeping dampness that signaled the archive’s hunger for something other than paper. She stood now in the damp, moss-eaten archives of the ancient city, thirty years old and desperate to find the missing ledger page that would clear her father’s debt to the Stone Guild, a debt...
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