The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"Give me the sash, Mahsa, and you can have the door." The voice was dry, like sand dragged over slate. I looked up from the medical printer, its filament spool spinning lazily, low on reserve. The humidity in the vault was swelling the wooden frame of the entrance, making the grain look like it was weeping. I was thirty-two, a habitat medic by necessity, and I had the repair quota for the pie...

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