The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the rain. The glass was fogged. He pressed his forehead against it. Cold. Outside, London blurred. Grey. Wet. He looked at his hand. The skin was tight. The veins were blue. Dark. Prominent. He watched a car pass. The wipers beat. Thud. Thud. Thud. He turned back. The office was dark. A single lamp burned. Yellow. Harsh. On the desk, a file lay open. Paper. White....

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