The Faded Photograph

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The beetle sat on the velvet of the armchair. It was a large thing, iridescent blue, with legs like spun wire. Marcus watched it crawl. He did not blink. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a reflex so deep it had outlived the need for steel. The room was a palace of glass and gold, the Hall of Whispers, where the King’s shadow stretched long across the marble floor. "Is it alive?" asked...

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