The Wistful Petal
Hyun-woo Han had been sitting in the greenish light for three hours, the weight of the empty vial in his left hand acting as a counterbalance to the terrible, vibrating weight of the noise in the room. It was not a sound, exactly, but a pressure, a physical thing that pressed against the eardrums and the teeth, a collective sigh from the dead that had been compressed into the sterile air of the...
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