The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The map was drawn on the skin of a pomegranate, its veins pulsing with a faint, violet light that seemed to breathe in rhythm with my own heart, a rhythm that had long since ceased to match the chaotic, thumping drumbeat of the city outside my door, where the sirens wailed like banshees who had finally lost their voice and were simply screaming into the void of a night that refused to end. I...

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