The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You hold the brass key to the senior constable’s roster in your left hand, the metal cold and smooth as a river stone, while your right hand trembles slightly against the oak desk, a vibration you have tried to ignore for the last three hours. The smell of the office is stale, a thick cloying mix of old paper, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of the iron stove that has not been lit since...

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