The Distant Machine

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The orchid’s leaves were yellowing at the edges, a brittle rust that smelled faintly of sulfur and old paper, and Elias Thorne adjusted the humidity tray with the precision of a man handling unexploded ordnance. "It’s dying, Marcus," he said, though the man in the glass-walled office across the corridor was already turning back to his monitor, the blue light washing out the fine lines of...

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