The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The cast was heavy, a slab of wet plaster that smelled of dust and old sweat. Leo sat in the wheelchair, his left leg elevated on the sterile white bed, watching his brother move across the room. Elias was twenty-four, a surgeon with hands that did not shake and a voice that did not waver. He checked the pulse at Leo’s ankle with the same bored precision he used to check a blood pressure cuff...

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