The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink did not dry; it bled. It spread across the parchment of my life like a bruise forming under pale skin, a slow, purple darkening that swallowed the white space where my name had been. I sat at the desk in the Department of Narrative Continuity, a room that smelled of ozone and old paper, and watched the letters of my identity dissolve. The fluorescent lights above hummed a low, sick...

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