The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The moth has not moved. It sits on the cold steel of the conference table, its wings folded tight against its body, a grey speck of dust that refuses to acknowledge the gravity of the room. You have been staring at it for three hours. The fluorescent lights hum a low, electric note that vibrates in your teeth. You are a detective, a man who has spent twenty years sorting the chaos of human...

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