The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The pen was slipping between my fingers, the ink bleeding into the cheap paper with a wet, dark urgency that matched the tremor in my hand, and I could feel the weight of the lie I was about to tell sitting heavy in my chest like a stone swallowed whole. It is Tuesday, the fourteenth of October, and the air in the archive room tastes of dust and decay, a scent that has become so familiar it...

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