The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The white orchid in the center of the conference room had not wilted. It sat in its crystal vase, rigid and pale as a bone, defying the humidity of the afternoon and the stale air of the open-plan office. I stared at it, my eyes dry and burning, while the fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in my molars. It was the only thing in the room that did not move, did...

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