The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The heating vents in the basement of the municipal library do not blow air; they blow sound. You know this because you have spent the last three hours pressing your ear against the cold iron grate, listening to the static that hums your name in a frequency just below hearing. It is a low, wet buzz, like a fly trapped in a jar of honey. You are Mara, thirty-two, and you are holding a dried petal...

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