The Golden Visit
The fern broke. It happened at 4:15 PM on a Tuesday. The sound was not loud. It was a dry, fibrous snap, like a bone giving way under too much pressure. I felt it before I heard it. A sudden void in my spine. A gap where the architecture of my body had been. I was sitting in the conference room on the fourth floor of the Meridian Tower. The air conditioning hummed a low, constant drone, masking...
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