The Faded Ruin
"You are being detained for possession of unauthorized botanical matter," the inspector said, his voice flat as the linoleum under his feet, and I looked down at my hands, which were stained black to the wrist, the ink of the ferns seeping into the creases of my knuckles like a permanent tattoo of guilt. I had wanted only to correct the ledger. That was the simple, bureaucratic truth of it, the...
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