The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Anahit Javakhishvili pressed her thumb against the wax seal, cracking it with a sound like a knuckle popping in the freezing dark. The morphine tablets were hidden in the crust of the bread, a dense block of white chalk wrapped in wax paper, and her fingers were slick with the grease of the train’s heating duct. Outside the window, the fog did not drift; it sat, a physical wall of grey wool...

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