The Golden Echoes
The orchids died in the dark. This was the first secret. Margaret found them at dawn. The glass case was empty. She stared. The roots had turned to ash. No water. No light. Just dust. She was the head of conservation. She knew plants. She knew light. She knew death. But this was not death. This was erasure. The board met at noon. Edward Ashworth sat at the head. He was tall. He was still. He...
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