The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train hisses, a long, metallic exhalation that cuts through the stillness of the platform. You stand with your suitcase, a piece of luggage that has outlived its usefulness, its corners worn soft by the friction of years. The air smells of coal dust and wet wool. It is the year 1924, or perhaps 1919, the dates have blurred like ink in water, but the cold is sharp and immediate. It bites at...

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