The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was green. Not the green of grass or leaves, but a thick, viscous emerald that pulsed like a living vein. It wrapped around his wrists. It filled his lungs. He tried to speak, but his mouth was full of wet petals. They tasted of iron and rain. He woke up in the sterile white of the cell block, the dream still clinging to him like a second skin. The air in the facility was always...

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