The Wistful Petal
The banquet hall of the Department of Public Safety, constructed in the late Victorian era with an arrogance toward glass and steel that has since calcified into a dull, institutional grey, smells of stale beer and the metallic tang of heated brass instruments, a scent that has seeped into the very pores of the drywall and the wool of your uniform, becoming indistinguishable from the air you...
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