The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The door was broken. Not shattered. Not kicked in. Just broken. The latch had rusted through. The wood had swollen and split. It hung open, like a mouth that had forgotten how to close. Arthur stood before it. He held a notebook. The paper was yellow. The ink was faded. He wrote down the date. Then he wrote down the time. Then he wrote down the word: *Again*. The house was empty. It had been...

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