The Wistful Petal

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2026-08-21 22:41:08 -

The Wistful Petal

The air in the processing center tastes of recycled ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and settles into the crevices of my teeth as I sit in the chair, the metal cold against my spine, waiting for the man who holds the keys to my remaining sanity to walk through the door. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, with twenty years of service to the Border...

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