The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The beetle hit the glass. It shattered. I stood there. My hands were still. “Did you see that?” asked Miller. He was young. Too young. He wore a clean shirt. The collar was stiff. I looked at the hole. The wind rushed in. It smelled of rot. It smelled of old blood. “The specimen is gone,” I said. My voice was flat. Miller stepped back. He kicked a leaf. “It was just a bug, Elias. A little...

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