The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass shattered before I finished the sentence. It was not a dramatic explosion. It was a soft, wet crunch, like stepping on a ripe plum. The specimen lay in pieces on the steel table. I stared at the fragments. They were blue. A deep, impossible indigo. I picked up a shard. It cut my thumb. The blood welled up, red and warm, contrasting with the cold blue glass. “Dr. Thorne,” said the...

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