The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream was a continuous, suffocating loop of gray wool and iron dust, a sensory tapestry woven so tightly around the architecture of my mind that I could not distinguish where the nightmare ended and the waking room began, which was a room that smelled of stale tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of iodine, a room where the wallpaper had peeled away from the plaster in long, sickly strips...

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