The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air tasted of copper and burnt sugar, thick enough to chew. I was hanging by my fingertips from the iron grating of the sky, the gears of the world grinding beneath me like the teeth of a hungry god. My brother, Elias, was already gone, swallowed by the machinery of the present, but I held on. I held on because letting go felt like a kind of death I wasn’t ready for yet. Below me, the city...

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