The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"You have to stop talking about the weight," my sister said. Her voice was thin, stretched over the static of a room that no longer obeyed Euclidean geometry. "It’s not a weight, Elise. It’s a debt." I looked at the sky above the glass roof of the greenhouse. It was not blue, nor was it black. It was a bruised, pulsating violet, like a hematoma forming under the skin of the universe. In the...

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