The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 00:13:22 -

The glass broke. That was the first thing. Not the sound, but the fracture. A web of white lines across the surface of the specimen jar. Inside, the orchid lay still. I watched the shards settle in the tray. I did not scream. I do not think I have ever screamed. I just stood there in the lab. The air smelled of ozone and old paper. My name is Arthur. I was a professor of botany at a university...

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