The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"Look at you," said the man at the desk. He did not look up. "You’re bleeding on the form." I wiped my hand on my trousers. The red smudge spread. It looked like a map of somewhere I had never been. I had not meant to draw blood. I had only meant to stop him. He was screaming. He was always screaming. The walls of the precinct were thin. Or maybe the noise was in my head. It did not matter. The...

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