The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The red petal drifted across the stone boundary line in the dream, suspended in a silence so heavy it felt like wet wool, and when I woke with the taste of rust on my tongue, I knew the Ministry of Historical Corrections had begun to rot from the inside out. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a junior archivist who has spent the last six years cataloging the bureaucratic debris of a nation...

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