The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wake in a field of ash. The air tastes of copper and old rain. You are not alone. You are never alone in the dream. They stand in a circle. Tall men. Grey suits. Their faces are smooth, featureless masks of porcelain. They hold no weapons. They do not need them. They have already caught you. You look at your hands. They are shaking. The soil beneath your boots is soft, yielding, like wet...

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