The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The red coat was not merely worn; it was inhabited. Marta stood before the full-length mirror in the hallway, her hands trembling as she smoothed the wool over her hips. The fabric was a deep, arterial crimson, a shade that seemed to pulse in the dim light of the hallway. It was the only thing in the house that felt alive, or at least, it was the only thing that kept her from disappearing...

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