The Wistful Petal
"You're late, Elias." Elias stopped. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud tick. It sounded like a bone breaking. He looked at the door. The door was open. The office was empty. "I'm not late," Elias said. The voice came from the shadows. "You are. You are always late. You are late to everything. You are late to the truth." Elias adjusted his tie. The tie was red. It felt tight. It felt...
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