The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mold was already eating the quarterly projections. "Thorne. Stop staring at the wall and file the claim." Mr. Halloway’s voice came from the other side of the cubicle partition, distorted by a wet, tearing sound, like paper being ripped down the spine. Elias did not turn around. He kept his eyes on the black fur spreading across the drywall, a substance that looked like ink dropped in water...

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