The Wistful Petal
You dream of the hand. It is a small hand. It is your hand. You hold it up in the dark. The fingers are pale. They are still. You look at the knuckles. They are swollen. The skin is tight. You feel the pulse. It is faint. It is slow. You wake. The room is cold. The light is gray. The clock ticks. It is a loud tick. It is a heavy tick. You are in your study. You are alone. You look at the hand...
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