The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock on the wall of the Ministry of Structural Integrity did not tick. It hummed. A low, viscous vibration that seeped into the bone marrow of Arthur Penhaligon. He sat at his desk, a slab of polished obsidian that reflected his own hollow cheeks. He was holding a blueprint. Or rather, he was holding the memory of a blueprint. It was a plan for a new bridge in the industrial district of...

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