The Wistful Petal
Chapter One "It is not ready yet," Gladys Cavett whispered, her hands trembling over the bowl of raw, unseasoned meat in the sterile white of the hospital kitchen. She was thirty-four years old, a lockkeeper on a dying canal, and the air smelled of wet algae and rust. From the doorway, her mentor, the head chef, watched her with a cold, unreadable expression. The linoleum was gritty under her...
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