The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Mildred Stroud’s chisel slipped, biting into the oak table rather than the slate, and the sound of it was a dry crack that echoed off the damp stone walls of the sub-basement, a place where the air tasted of ozone and rotting paper. She was forty years old, a senior engraver at the Imperial Cartography Bureau, and her hands were stained black with ink that would not wash off, a grime that...

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