The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The stone of the Ironwood Penitentiary did not merely stand; it breathed, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that rattled the dust from the high, vaulted ceilings. I, Elias Thorne, warden for twenty years, pressed my thumb against the damp wall, feeling the pulse beneath the mortar, a heartbeat that matched the hollow ache in my own chest. My pension was three months away, a sum I had...

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