The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wake up in the silk. It is not your silk. It is not even a fabric, strictly speaking. It is a membrane. A living, breathing skin that stretches over your face like a second eyelid. You pull at it. It holds. You pull harder. The fibers resist with the tensile strength of spider webbing. You are trapped in a cocoon of white lace. The air tastes of copper and old paper. "Easy, Margaret," a...

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