The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The smell of ozone and stale coffee hit me first as I stepped off the subway, a pungent, metallic scent that clung to the back of my throat before the visual chaos of the station even registered, and I found myself adjusting the strap of my briefcase, feeling the weight of the dossier inside like a lead brick against my hip, because I knew that Mara was already waiting by the turnstiles, her...

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