The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the containment unit was stale, recycled through filters that hummed with a low, persistent drone, a sound that had become the baseline of my existence. I sat on the cold steel bench, my hands folded in my lap, watching the single white moth trapped against the glass of the observation window. It beat its wings with a frantic, silent rhythm, a ghostly blur against the dark void...

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