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forward, resting my right hand on the edge of the desk to keep the weight off my left wrist. My joint was stiff from the damp morning air, a dull ache pulsing under my sleeve where the bone met the hand. I pressed my eye to the cool brass rim of the lens.

The beetle’s back filled my field of vision, looking like a curved sheet of rough black iron under continue reading …