The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The moss did not rot. It grew. It spread across the floor of the bunker in thick, velvet sheets of emerald. It climbed the steel support beams. It wrapped around the generator’s hum like a living throat. Thomas sat in the corner, his legs tucked beneath him, watching the green creep toward his boots. He had been here for three days, or perhaps three weeks. Time had lost its spine. It pooled and...

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