The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The marrow in my left knee had turned to glass, a crystalline shard that clicked audibly against the femur every time I shifted my weight, a sound that was less bone and more the dry rattle of old dice in a wooden cup, a sound that filled the high, vaulted ceiling of the Archive with a resonance that seemed to shake the dust from the rafters where the shadows pooled in thick, black velvet, and...

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