The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The house breathes. You feel it in the walls. A low, rhythmic exhalation of dust and old wood. It is not a draft. It is a pulse. You sit in the dark study, your hands wrapped around a ceramic bowl. Inside the bowl, a single white moth rests. Its wings are spread, translucent, trembling with a faint, bioluminescent glow. It is beautiful. It is terrifying. You do not blink. You do not breathe....

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