The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The Feast of the Unnamed has begun, and the air in Ostrava tastes of rust and stale iron, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and settles in the lungs like fine dust. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, though the date stamped on the entry form I hold in my trembling hands suggests I was born in 1984, a year that has not yet arrived in this grey, breathing city where the...

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