The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You are bleeding from the left shoulder, a hot, rhythmic pulse that syncs with the pounding of your own heart, and the street outside the precinct is not a street but a corridor of endless gray rain that smells of wet asphalt and ozone, a sensory assault that feels less like weather and more like the physical manifestation of the Bureau’s indifferent gaze, pressing down on your skull until you...

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