The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ceiling collapsed before the coffee could cool. It happened with a sound like a giant breaking a bone, a wet, structural groan that turned into a shriek of splintering oak. I was sitting at the table in the library, the one with the cracked varnish and the view of the overgrown ivy, when the dust started to fall. It wasn’t just dust. It was plaster. Chunks of the old stucco, pale and dry as...

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