The Distant Machine

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12th of October, 1892 The pin went in with a soft, wet click, the needle biting through the iridescent wing and into the oak desk. I held my breath, watching the thorax shudder, a tiny, frantic vibration that slowly ceased. The Green Moth lay still, its wings spread wide, a map of emerald and black veins that seemed to pulse in the candlelight. It was the size of a pigeon, heavy and dense,...

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