The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"Twelve years, Your Honor. I was there for twelve." The wall behind the bench did not just stain; it wept. A dark, viscous ink bled from the plaster, soaking into the judge’s robes. Litsa Georgiou stood rigid, her hands clasped so tightly the knuckles turned white. She was thirty-four, and the air in the tribunal smelled of ozone and wet stone. The judge, a man named Kostas with the weary eyes...

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