The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The light in the office was the color of old bandages, a pale, sickly yellow that seemed to seep out of the plaster itself, staining the air with a dampness that no amount of ventilation could scrub away. Xochitl Orozco sat at the desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and ledgers, and watched the rain streak the single, high window, each drop a small, deliberate act of erosion. She...

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