The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The sky above the town of Oakhaven did not break; it simply ceased to be a sky and became a ceiling of churning, rust-colored iron, a vast industrial membrane that had fused with the atmosphere in a moment of catastrophic, silent failure. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day where the air usually tasted of wet leaves and woodsmoke, but today the air was thick, viscous, and smelled...

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