The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The boiler room smelled of rust and burnt hair. You stood in the center of the circle. The concrete floor was cracked. The pipes hissed. Steam curled around your ankles like a ghost trying to find its way back. Margaret watched you from the doorway. Her face was pale. Her eyes were red. She held a clipboard. The paper shook in her hands. "Stop it," she said. You did not stop. You were the...

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