The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling in the damp air of the Ministry’s basement, a pale rectangle of rejection that smelled faintly of the rotting peaches rising from the inkwell. I signed it, my hand trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the pen, and watched the signature bleed into the paper like a bruise forming under skin. It was March fourteenth,...

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