The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, mechanical insistence of a judge passing sentence, each second a small, cold hammer blow against the silence of the workshop. Arthur Vane sat hunched over the workbench, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the October air but from a visceral, aching hunger for the tactile comfort of the fabric beneath them. He was forty years old, a man whose...

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