The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train to Edinburgh was late, as it always seemed to be when the sky turned the color of bruised plums and the air grew thin with the promise of rain. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my knees pressed against the window, watching the gray fields scroll by in a blur that felt less like movement and more like the slow unraveling of a tapestry. In my lap lay a small,...

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