The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink bled from the walls of the Hall of Records like a slow, black hemorrhage, seeping into the floorboards where Arthur Vane stood, his shoes sinking slightly into the damp oak. He was thirty years old, a clerk of the fourth grade in the Ministry of Internal Order, and he wanted a promotion. He needed it to pay for Clara’s lungs, which were failing in the cramped apartment above the...

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