The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain against the reinforced glass of the observation deck was not a sound but a texture, a coarse, relentless brushing that seemed to erase the world outside into a smear of grey and black. You sat in the corner of the cell, the one designated for interrogation, though the room had long since ceased to function for that purpose. It was a box of white tile and fluorescent hum, a sterile void...

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