The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink bled into the cheap bond paper as I pressed the nib, a dark stain spreading like a bruise on the white surface. I was forty-two years old, and my left hand was already half-ash. The grey powder flaked off the skin of my palm, settling onto the desk of the Ministry of Internal Order, where the linoleum was worn thin to the subfloor. I needed to file the final report on the Whispering...

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