The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The salt marshes of Oakhaven lay silver under the dry thunder of a sky that would not weep, the industrial town grinding through its shift change with the heavy, rhythmic clatter of steam hammers that shook the fillings in Esther Tillman’s teeth. She stood at the window of number forty-seven on Stonecutter Alley, watching the fog roll in from the coast, her hand resting on the cold iron of her...

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