The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The pen slipped from his fingers and rolled across the linoleum, coming to rest against the base of the radiator. Elias Thorne stared at his left hand, which was no longer a hand but a permanent, fleshy fist, the knuckles swollen and fused into a single, unyielding node of muscle. He was fifty-two years old, a municipal archivist for the Bureau of Temporal Integrity, and he had only...

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