The Distant Nightmare

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The orchid died on a Tuesday. It did not wither slowly, as flowers do when they are forgotten in a drafty corner. It did not fade into a pale, ghostly memory of itself. It shattered. One moment, the delicate petals were taut and vibrant, a deep, bruised purple that seemed to absorb the light from the high windows of the conservatory. The next, they were shards. Fragile, jagged pieces of organic...

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