The Golden Circuit

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The orchid died in the dream. It was a Phalaenopsis, white and waxy, hanging from the high shelf in the study. In the dream, the petals turned to ash. They drifted down like snow. Margaret watched. She did not blink. The dust settled on the Persian rug. It covered the dark wood of the desk. She woke. The room was cold. The clock read four a.m. The light was grey. It came through the blinds. It...

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