The Wistful Petal

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2026-08-20 17:23:48 -

The Wistful Petal

You stand in the center of the marble floor. The air is cold. It tastes of dust and old money. You are alone. Your uniform is tight. The buttons pull at your chest. You breathe. In. Out. The room is huge. It is a room for power. The walls are dark wood. The paintings stare back. They have gold frames. They are expensive. They are empty. You hold a plate in your hands. It is white. It is heavy....

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