The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain hits the glass. It is a steady, grey curtain. You are in the office. The air is stale. It smells of ozone and old paper. You sit at the desk. The chair is hard. You are a data analyst. Your name is Elias. You are thirty-four. You are tired. Outside, the city moves. It is a blur of red and white lights. You watch a petal fall. It is red. It spins in the wind. It hits the pavement. It...

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