The Wistful Petal
Act I "You’ll want to sign here, Rosalie, and here, before the ink dries on your disgrace."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‍​⁠​‍⁠‍​‌‍‌​⁠‍⁠⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍​‍‍​‍​​‌‌‍‍‍‍​‍⁠‍⁠⁠‍‌​‌‍‍‍​‌‍​‍​ I looked up from the table where the Mayor, a man named Thibodeaux whose belly strained the buttons of his frock coat, leaned over my paperwork with a smile that showed too many teeth. The room smelled of wet wool and old coffee, a...
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