The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Community Center smelled of boiled cabbage and old carpet, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of the building over forty years of potlucks and parish meetings, and Gerald Thorne stood at the center of it all, holding a ceramic mug that had once been the color of the sea but was now the color of a bruise, its glaze chipped away in a jagged line that...

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