The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The orchid died on a Tuesday. It was a small thing. A white phalaenopsis, perched on the windowsill of Dr. Elias Thorne’s office. The leaves turned brown. The stems snapped. It withered into a husk of dry, papery skin. Elias did not water it. He did not look at it. He simply watched the dust motes dance in the beam of light that cut through the blinds. The Institute for Anomalous Cognition was...

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