The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Act I "You’re late, Santiago." The voice on the intercom was flat, devoid of the rust that used to cling to the station’s speakers. I did not look up. I was counting the threads in the hem of my uniform, one, two, three, a frayed end snapping under my fingernail. "The badge, Santiago. It is missing." I stood. The floorboards groaned, a sound like old wood complaining about the weight of the...

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