The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You hold the letter. It is small. It is blue. It smells of ink and rain. You are walking. The city is loud. It is a grey soup of noise. Traffic. Brakes. Sirens. People. You are moving fast. Your shoes slap the pavement. Click. Click. Click. You are late. You are always late. But today is different. Today you have the letter. It is your only proof. It is your only weapon. You are a prisoner. Not...

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