The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wear it now. The red pin. It sits on the lapel of your suit, a bright, screaming wound against the charcoal wool. You did not choose it. They chose it for you. You simply agreed. The hall is white. Not the warm white of milk or bone, but the cold, sterile white of an operating theater. It reflects the light so harshly that your eyes water. The floor is polished marble, seamless and...

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