The Faded Quadrant
The air in the cellar was thick. It tasted of damp earth and old stone. Elias sat on the floor. His back was against the cold wall. He held a glass jar. Inside the jar, a single beetle sat. Its shell was dark. It looked like polished obsidian. It did not move. Elias watched it. He had been watching it for three hours. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He was not supposed...
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