The Wistful Petal
The glass pane of the window in the corner of the fourth-floor office, where the air conditioning unit hummed with a low, monotonous drone that seemed to vibrate directly against the fillings in Julian’s teeth, had developed a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from the upper left corner down toward the latch, a jagged scar of light that caught the afternoon sun and threw a faint, prismatic...
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