The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was wet. Not rain. Not water. A viscosity. A thick, amber syrup coating the inside of my skull. I woke with my mouth full of it. I spat it out. It landed on the floorboards. A dark, sticky bead. I looked at it. It looked back. No. That was a trick of the light. The gaslight. The old, yellow, hissing flame in the brass fixture above my bed. It flickered. The shadow stretched. Long....

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