The Wistful Cipher

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The orchid, a specimen of rare and violent white, sat on the mahogany desk like a wound that had forgotten how to bleed, its petals trembling with a life that seemed to draw breath from the very air of the room, a delicate, impossible thing that Elias Thorne had nurtured with the same obsessive, feverish care he had once poured into the ledgers of his father’s empire, a care that now felt less...

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