The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The orchid sat in the center of the desk, a stark white sentinel against the gray laminate. It was a *Phalaenopsis*, perfect and fragile, its petals unfurling in a slow, silent rhythm. Margaret watched it from behind the glass partition of her office. The light in the room was sterile, humming with the low frequency of the servers in the basement. It was a Tuesday. The air smelled of ozone and...

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