The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coat was red, a shade so violent and saturated that it seemed to bleed light into the grey, rain-slicked streets of the city, and I had worn it for three days without sleep, without food, and without the comfort of my own rationality, which had begun to fray at the edges like old cotton, exposing the raw, pulsing nerve of my existence beneath the academic pretense I had constructed over...

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