The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wake in a cell that smells of wet iron and old stone, the air thick with a silence so heavy it feels like water pressing against your eardrums, and you are holding a single white petal in your hand, a delicate thing that seems impossible against the rough texture of the concrete floor, a fragment of something vast and blooming that you cannot remember, yet you know with a certainty that...

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