The Wistful Petal

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2026-08-19 09:13:56 -

The Wistful Petal

I woke with the taste of iron and rotting orchids in my mouth, the kind of heavy, metallic sweetness that sticks to the back of the throat long after the dream has dissolved. In the dream, the garden had been breathing. Not just the wind moving through the leaves, but the soil itself, inhaling and exhaling a dark, wet fog that smelled of old blood and damp earth. I had been walking among the...

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