The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain in Seattle does not fall; it settles, a grey mist that clings to your eyelashes and tastes of copper and old stone. You are sitting on the edge of your bed, which is a metal frame stripped of its mattress, staring at the floorboards where the light from the streetlamp outside fractures into long, jagged ribs. You have been here for three days, or perhaps it has been three months; time...

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