The Wistful Petal
The notice lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the archive room, a white rectangle that held the weight of your entire future. You read it three times, the ink blurring into a grey smear, the words promising a permanent headship if you could secure the committee’s vote by Friday. Outside, the city hummed its indifferent mechanical song, but inside the municipal...
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