The Wistful Petal
The leather journal is heavy in your hands, heavier than it should be for something so thin. Your fingers tremble, a fine, rhythmic vibration that makes the ink bleed on the page. You are trying to stabilize the spine, to keep the pages from flaring open like a broken wing, but the muscle control is gone. It is slipping. The argument with Director Halloway is still ringing in your ears, a...
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