The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You hold the key. It is brass. Cold. It does not fit any door you see. You are in the hall. The walls are white. Too white. They hum. A low frequency. It vibrates in your teeth. You are not alone. There is a man. He stands by the window. He wears a suit. It is too tight. He smiles. It is a bad smile. "Hello," he says. You do not speak. You look at the key. It burns your palm. "Who are you?" he...

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