The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The inspector’s voice cut through the damp air of the kitchen, sharp and bureaucratic, calling out my name as if I were a stain on his ledger. "Elias," he said, tapping the clipboard with a pen that clicked like a breaking twig, "this is not a garden, it is a public health hazard." I looked down at the mortar and pestle, the ceramic surface gritty with the residue of dried lavender, and felt...

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