The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the archive smells of dust and dried lavender, a scent that has settled into the fibers of your wool coat over the last three days. You are sitting in the corner of the reading room, the one where the light from the high, stained-glass windows falls in slanted, dusty beams, and you are looking at the moth. It is not a small moth. It is the size of a sparrow’s heart, its wings a...

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