The Faded Quadrant

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The orchids were dying, and I could hear them shattering. It was not a sound like breaking glass, which would have been sharp and sudden, a single, decisive crack that announces the end. No, this was a wet, fibrous tearing, a slow exhalation of green life into grey dust, a sound that lived in the marrow of my bones and echoed in the hollow spaces behind my eyes where the quiet used to reside. I...

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