The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Chapter One From the vantage of the empty studio, where the clay floor had cracked under the dry wind, Imelda Guzmán remembered the weight of the glass sheet, how it had pressed against the paper like a cold palm. It had been Christmas Eve in the Florida swamplands, the air heavy with burning pine and the dovecote’s low, rhythmic cooing. She had been forty-two, a master calligrapher bound by a...

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