The Wistful Petal
The envelope was thick, heavy with the weight of paper that had been handled by too many indifferent hands, and when you tore it open, the smell of stale dust and chemical toner hit you before you even saw the words inside. It was a letter from the Regional Bureau of Border Integrity, and it smelled of the institution itself, a cold, sterile scent that clung to the back of your throat like a...
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