The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fog has thickened to the consistency of wet wool, and it no longer smells of river silt but of ozone and burnt paper. I write this by the light of a single kerosene lamp, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the refusal of the Bureau to acknowledge that Clara exists. Three days ago, she was detained for border instability, a charge that sounds administrative until you see the...

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