The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain in London did not fall; it hung, a grey veil stitched between the sky and the cobblestones of Whitehall. I stood at the bottom of the steps of the Foreign Office, my suitcase heavy with the weight of a past I could no longer carry, and watched the mist swallow the faces of the people leaving the building. They moved with the purposeful, hollow stride of men who had learned to look...

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