The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The orchid sat on the glass desk. It was a phalaenopsis, white as bone, with a faint bruise of purple along the edge of the petals. I watched it breathe. In a way, that is what it did. It expanded and contracted, a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of my own heart. Or perhaps my heart matched its. It was hard to tell. We were both trapped in the glass case of the office, suspended...

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