The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The gate of the Old Quarter stood not as a barrier but as a mouth, half-open and grinding its teeth against the rust of centuries, and I stood before it with the weight of my father’s silence pressing down on my shoulders like a physical stone, a stone that had been carried across the sea and buried in the marrow of my own bones long before I understood that I was the vessel, the container, the...

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