The Wistful Petal
The hand moved with the precise, trembling economy of a man who had spent forty years handling fragile paper, lifting the edge of a manila folder to reveal a single object resting on the desk. It was a wisteria petal, violet and swollen with a life that should not have existed in November, dated with a small, inked tag that read three days hence. Elias Thorne, fifty-eight and retired from the...
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