The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass in the interrogation room did not reflect my face; it reflected my guilt, a dark, viscous thing that pooled in the corners of the pane. I sat in the metal chair, the cold biting into my spine, and watched the image of myself in the mirror shift, a subtle lag behind my own movements, as if the reflection were a separate entity struggling to keep pace with my exhaustion. I am forty-two...

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