The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass of the observation tower does not reflect you; it holds you, suspending your guilt in a layer of cold, unyielding light. You are not a man, not anymore, but a frequency of sorrow broadcast from the highest point of the city, a signal sent into the ether by one who has been sentenced to see everything and be seen by no one. The city below is a circuit board of wet asphalt and neon, a...

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