The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The room was a tomb of beige carpet and stale air, a suspended bubble where time had been politely asked to pause its relentless ticking so that the dead could be properly arranged, and I stood in the center of it with a single, withered camellia pressed between my fingers, its petals brittle as old paper and stained with a rust that looked suspiciously like dried blood, watching the body of my...

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