The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You dream of the red. It is not a color. It is a weight. A heavy, wet red that coats the inside of your eyelids. You wake. The sheets are damp. Your hands are trembling. You are a maker of things. You make small, precise gears for the machines of the state. Your workshop is cold. The air smells of oil and old paper. Your brother, Thomas, sits in the corner. He does not speak. He waits. He is...

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