The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Act I Owain Nash’s hands were already stained to the wrist when the foghorn screamed across the valley, a low, mournful note that the dog in the next yard answered with a frantic, rhythmic bark, and he did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on the edge of the coal chute, the paper trembling in the November warmth that felt wrong, too hot for the season, drying the sweat on his neck as...

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