The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, oily mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the joints of my knees with the insidious patience of a parasite. I stood on the precipice of the cliff, the wind tearing at my hair, which was turning gray at a rate that defied the natural laws of biology, each strand a tiny white flag of surrender to...

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