The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Could a man truly give his blood to a flower, and still keep his name? I asked myself this question as I stood before the glass case in the Sultan’s private conservatory, the air inside thick and sweet as rotting fruit. My father had died when I was nine, leaving me and Layla with nothing but the memory of his hands in the soil and a debt that sat on our chest like a stone. I was twelve, and I...

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