The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink bleeds. It soaks into the grain of the parchment. Dark. Wet. A bruise forming. You press the nib. The tip snaps. A tiny shard of steel flies. It lands on the desk. It does not make a sound. You stare at the broken nib. It is useless now. A fragment. A tooth pulled from a mouth. You look up. The room is white. The walls are white. The floor is white. The paper is white. Your hands are...

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