The Wistful Petal
The spire hums at a frequency that rattles the teeth in your skull, a low, sustained drone that you have learned to mistake for the settling of the city’s bones. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and the structural integrity of your firm, Thorne & Associates, is currently failing at the same rate as your patience. You want to tear it down. You want to reduce the hollow, obsidian needle...
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