The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Virginie Zeringue’s hands were black with soot as she wiped the glass of the holding cell, the motion frantic, circular, scrubbing away the grime of the previous tenant’s despair. The air in the room tasted of wet iron and stale sweat, a cloying, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat before she even registered the cold dampness of the stone walls against her back. She was...

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