The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

I woke with the taste of iron and wet chalk on my tongue, the metallic tang of a world that had been chewed up and spat out by the great grinding gears of the city, and I lay there for a moment, listening to the rhythmic, industrial heartbeat of the factory district outside my window, that low, thrumming vibration that seemed to rise from the very marrow of the earth and settle into the bones...

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