The Faded Portrait

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The orchid died on a Tuesday. It had been dying since the morning shift began, its petals curling inward like fists refusing to open, but it was only when the final, brittle drop of a petal hit the linoleum that the world shifted. I stood in the sterile, white silence of the archive, a place that existed in the margins of the city, a pocket dimension where forgotten paperwork went to rot in...

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