The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The moth was dead. It lay on the cold metal desk. Its wings were crushed. The iridescence was gone. Only a gray smear remained. I stared at it. My hands were shaking. "Did you do that?" Dr. Aris sat behind the glass. His face was pale. He looked tired. The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, electric buzz. It filled the room. It filled my head. "No," I said. "It fell." He did not believe me. Who...

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