The Golden Downtown
The first sign was the orchid. It sat on the desk in the corner of my office, a pale, spectral thing with petals like thin paper, trembling in the air conditioning that never seemed to quite reach it. I had not bought it. I had not asked for it. It simply appeared one Tuesday morning, a small, fragile interruption in the gray monotony of the insurance claims department. The office was a...
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