The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the Municipal Hall of St. Jude’s always tasted of wet chalk and old paper, a dry, dusty sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a secret too large to swallow. You sat in the small, windowless room on the third floor, the one designated for "Administrative Corrections," where the fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric hymn that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow...

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