The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began with the weight of the glass. It was not the sharp, brittle weight of a wine stem, but the dense, liquid heaviness of a sphere held in the palm of a hand that had forgotten how to tremble. Clara stood in the center of the atrium, a vast, circular room where the air smelled of ozone and stale lilies. Above her, the ceiling was not a ceiling but a swirling nebula of indigo and...

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