The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The watch on your wrist ticks with the patience of a glacier, marking seconds that have no weight, no consequence, and no end. You are in the room now. The air is thick, not with smoke, but with a static charge that makes the hair on your forearms stand up like wire. It is a white room, or perhaps it is just a room where the color has been scrubbed away by time and bureaucracy. There is no...

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