The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bell rings. It does not chime. It screams. You are holding the cup. It is blue. Glazed. Heavy. You feel the warmth of it. You are in the room. The room is not a room. It is a throat. Stone walls. Moss. Drip. Drip. Drip. You do not know how you got here. You know how you got there. There is the office. There is the desk. There is the fluorescent hum. You were a clerk. You were no one. You...

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