The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bread was still warm when the Inspector arrived, smelling of yeast and the damp earth beneath the cellar floor. I was kneading it with my bare hands, the dough sticky and alive against my palms, when he stood in the doorway, his cloak heavy with the rain that had not stopped for three days. He did not knock. In this valley, the door is always open to the state, and the state is always...

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