The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock on the wall ticked with the dry, rhythmic precision of a metronome counting down to zero. Elias Thorne sat in the plastic chair, his hands resting on his knees, counting the hours. Twelve hours until the sun rose. Twelve hours until his mandatory retirement. Twelve hours until the pension check that would pay for the roof repair, the new tires, and the quiet dignity of a man who had...

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