The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wake to the sound of the radiator ticking, a rhythmic, metallic heartbeat that has become the only clock you trust, the only measure of time left to you in this sterile, white-walled cell that smells of lemon polish and old fear. The light from the single, frosted window is a pale, sickly yellow, filtering through the bars that are not iron but a kind of translucent plastic, humming with a...

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