The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell rang. It was a dull, metallic thud that shook the dust from the rafters. Elias did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the glass jar on the workbench. Inside, the beetle was still. Its carapace was black, like a drop of ink suspended in clear water. It was perfect. It was alive. The foreman, Mr. Harker, stood in the doorway. He wore a coat the color of wet slate. His face was a map of...

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