The Wistful Petal
You are standing in the hallway of the Bureau of Anomalous Records, and the air tastes of ozone and old dust. The carpet is a deep, bruised purple, absorbing your footsteps with a silence that feels heavy, almost accusatory. You know you are here because of the report. You know you are here because of the noise. But you do not remember why you care. You do not remember your name, only the...
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