The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The flood took the foundation first. It did not ask. It did not knock. The black water rose through the floorboards of the basement, swallowing the structural supports. Elias stood on the second landing. He held a wrench. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The city was dying. The storm had lasted for three days. The power was out. The gas lines hissed in the dark. Elias knew the city...

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