A Case Study on the Moonflower
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Last published Mon, Aug 11, 2025
She watched the petals wilt in her palm with dejection, another day another failed trial. With her arms crossed across her chest, Quinn recalled her days as the aristocratic sweetheart deep in the center of London and cherished by its residents. With a sigh she tugged her gloves on once more and donned her increasingly familiar mask of indifference. The woman beside her sighed and slid off the bench, stretching in the sun with a sigh and offering a hand to her.
She refused the help of Anastasia Langlanais, sweet, seemingly carefree Anastasia. In return the woman narrowed her eyes briefly before sighing. Quinn doubted the revered doctor from overseas would be able to help, evidently Anastasia's sugary demeanor was unfit for a position as high as hers. The cursed woman almost laughed, for how could the daughter of a witch doctor hailing from the heart of New Orleans cure someone of death's touch?
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