The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fern is on your desk. It is dead. Not dying. Dead. The fronds are brittle brown, curled tight like burnt paper. You touch a leaf. It shatters under your thumb. Dust. Just dust. You sweep it into the waste bin. You do not look away. You keep your eyes on the black plastic rim. The office is quiet. It is Tuesday. It is always Tuesday. The hum of the servers is a low drone. It vibrates in your...

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