The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The gray wool coat hangs on the nail by the door, its sleeves long and heavy, smelling of damp earth and old soap. You look at it every morning before you go down to the cellar. It is not your coat. It belongs to your sister, Elara, who has been gone for three weeks. Or perhaps four. Time in the cellar does not move in straight lines. It pools in the corners and drips from the ceiling in slow,...

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