The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, industrial curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones and the sky, turning the city of Oakhaven into a watercolor of soot and steel. I stood at the edge of the river, my coat soaked through to the skin, watching the dark water churn with a rhythmic, mechanical pulse that seemed less like nature and more like the heartbeat...

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