The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

I have been dreaming of the red room again, that vast and hollow chamber where the air itself seemed to curdle into a thick, suffocating gelatin that tasted of iron and old dust, and in this dream I was not the Captain of the Guard, Thomas Bradshaw, but a small, white moth fluttering uselessly against the cold glass of a window that looked out onto a city that did not exist, a city made...

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