The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost had already begun to creep across the windowpanes of the library, a delicate lattice of ice that mirrored the intricate, branching veins of the moth pinned to your desk. You held it in your gloved hand, the wings trembling not from life, but from the sheer, terrible weight of the silence that had swallowed the house. It was a Luna moth, pale as a bone, its antennae frayed like old...

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