The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain tapped a persistent, rhythmic code against the windowpane of my cell, a sound so steady it began to feel less like weather and more like a mechanical heartbeat. I sat on the edge of the cot, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the condensation form in the corners of the glass. My left hand rested on my lap, the fingers twitching slightly, a phantom itch lingering beneath the skin...

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