The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You stand before the great oak doors of the Ministry of Tactile Integrity, the air inside smelling not of dust or decay, but of a sharp, antiseptic cold that seems to leech the warmth from your very marrow, and you know, with the quiet, crushing certainty of a man who has spent thirty years perfecting the architecture of a handshake, that your fingers are no longer your own. They are extensions...

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