The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The hand trembles. You know this because it is your hand. Or it was. Now it sits on the cold steel desk in Room 402, separated from the arm by a thin, translucent membrane of office air. It is a left hand. The nails are short, practical. The skin is pale, mapped with faint blue veins. It belongs to you, Margaret, or it belonged to you, before the Incident. The Incident is a word the Institute...

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