The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain against the porthole of the observation deck sounded like a thousand small teeth gnawing at the glass. You pressed your forehead against the cold curve of the window, the metal biting into your skin, a sharp, clear pain that grounded you in the immediate, physical now. Below, the gray churning sea of the industrial harbor churned, indifferent and vast. You were here to say goodbye,...

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