The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The concrete floor of Cell 4B smelled of damp yeast and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very pores of the walls until it was no longer just an odor but a physical weight, pressing against my lungs with every shallow breath I took, a reminder that I was no longer a man but a contained volume of air and guilt trapped within a geometric box that the state had deemed sufficient for my...

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