The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ledger weighed exactly four pounds, two ounces, and the smell of it was the smell of wet chalk and old pennies. I had been counting the pages for three hours, my fingers numb against the brittle cardstock, trying to make the numbers align with the silence of the room. The archive was a windowless box of concrete and damp, a place where light went to die and where the air pressure sat on...

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