The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The soup is red. Not the bright, cheerful red of a tomato, but the deep, oxidized red of old blood. It sits in a bowl before you. You are sitting at a table in a diner that smells of burnt coffee and industrial degreaser. The vinyl seat is cracked. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. That is the job. To be steady when the world shakes. To hold the line. To keep the peace. The...

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