The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fog in the old quarter does not lift; it thickens, turning the port into a gray nothingness where the water meets the sky in a single, indifferent line. I stood before Minister Kowalski, my hands flat on the mahogany desk, the grain of the wood cold against my palms. "Julian must return," I said. "His dismissal is a structural error." Kowalski, a man who wore his ambition like a...

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