The Wistful Petal
The letter from the Municipal Bureau of Artisanal Standards lay on the workbench, its paper thin as onion skin, smelling of the damp cellar where the forms were stored. You read it twice, the words blurring under the strain of the night shift. It was not a request. It was a directive. The kiln was to be dismantled by Friday, the fourteenth of November, 1912. The reason cited was "unregulated...
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