The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The loom is gone, Elias, and I cannot look at you. Mara stood in the doorway of the kitchen, her back rigid, her hands hanging loose at her sides as if they had forgotten how to hold anything. The air in the room was thick with the smell of damp wool and old wood, a coldness that settled into the bones before the draft even touched the skin. You wanted to speak, to explain, to defend the twenty...

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