The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The orchids bloomed at dawn, a violation of every law I had spent thirty years codifying. I woke to a scent that was not the damp rot of the Scottish winter, but something sweet, cloying, and impossibly alive. I dragged myself from the bed, my joints protesting the cold, and walked to the window. The glass was fogged, but through the mist I saw them. *Phalaenopsis spectralis*. My life’s work....

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