The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"Stop." Marcus didn’t look up. His hands were deep inside the casing. The screwdriver slipped. A tiny spark jumped, blue and cold, against his skin. "Marcus." He looked up. Elena stood in the doorway. She wore the grey coat. The one with the torn lining. It had rained for three days. The city was a blur of wet asphalt and neon. "I’m not done," Marcus said. "Drop it." "I can’t." "Drop the tool,...

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