The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The soup is thick. It clings to the inside of your mouth, a dense, velvet weight that tastes of copper and old rain. You are eating it. You are always eating it. The bowl is chipped, the glaze worn away at the rim where your thumb rests, smooth and cold against your skin. You are in the kitchen of the house on Elm Street, the one you bought with the money you stole from the inheritance, the one...

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