The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The wind through the high windows of the Citadel did not howl; it hummed, a low, sustained note like a cello string bowed by a dry hand. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, a constant atmospheric pressure that pressed against the glass of the sealed observation deck. Here, the air was recycled, sterile, and cold. It tasted of ozone and old paper, the specific scent of a place where...

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