The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain hit the pavement in sharp, staccato bursts. It was not a gentle shower. It was a assault. I stood in the alley behind the meatpacking plant, breathing in the copper tang of blood and ozone. My knuckles were split. The skin had peeled back, revealing the raw red muscle beneath. I did not look at them. I looked at the sky. The sky was a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that refused to...

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