The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mist is eating the hinges again, Elias, and I have no oil left to grease them. Arthur stood in the doorway of the maintenance shed, his back to the gaslight that flickered with the irregular, arrhythmic pulse of a failing heart, his silhouette distorted by the cold vapor that seeped through the cracks in the brickwork. I looked down at the pension form in my hand, the ink still wet and...

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