The Pale Echo
The pale moth sat on the edge of your desk, its wings folded tight against its body, looking less like a creature and more like a scrap of burnt parchment you had forgotten to discard. You stared at it, the tip of your pen hovering over the intake log, until the fluorescent light above flickered and the insect vanished, leaving only a faint, grey smear of dust where it had been. It was a...
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