The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink is wet on your hands, a dark viscous substance that smells of iron and old paper, and you are pressing your thumb into the ledger with a force that suggests not accounting but a desperate attempt to bleed out the day, for the numbers in the column do not add up to survival but to a slow, administrative death that is being sanctioned by the man three desks away who is currently eating a...

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