The Faded Quadrant

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The moth was still. It hung in the air, a pale, trembling ghost against the dark windowpane. Thomas saw it. He did not blink. He held his breath. The silence in the room was heavy, thick as wet wool. It pressed against his eardrums. It tasted of rust and old dust. "Can you see it, Thomas?" The voice came from the corner. Low. Soft. Like dry leaves skittering over stone. Thomas nodded. He could...

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