The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The vial cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A hairline fracture, thin as a vein, running through the glass. I held it up to the grey light of the chapel window. The liquid inside, thick and iridescent, did not spill. It merely held its shape, trembling against the breach. My name is Arthur. I am a man of science. Or I was. Now I am a pilgrim. The distinction matters less than the glass in my...

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