You remember the exact moment the air in the conservatory changed, not because of a gust or a shift in the weather outside, but because the silence that had been holding your breath became a physical weight, pressing against your eardrums with the cold, damp insistence of deep water, and you realize that the white orchids, which have been blooming with such aggressive, almost violent purity for...
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