The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bone broke before the scream did. It was a clean snap, like dry kindling, and then the fire started. Not on the outside. Inside. My right arm, the one I had spent thirty years holding rifles and badges and the weight of other people’s lives, began to turn to smoke. I was sitting in the small, windowless interrogation room. The walls were beige. The air was stale. I was alone. Or I thought I...

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