The Wistful Petal
The permit lay on the desk, heavy with the weight of bureaucracy. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line, his pen hovering, the ink dry. It was a simple document, a demolition order for the Wistful Petal, a crumbling tenement in the industrial district. He wanted to clear it. He wanted the space for the new factory. The wind outside was picking up, rattling the windowpanes with a sound like...
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