SORCERER OF THE SWARM

(RIT) THE SHAMAN'S POV (Age 71, Year 1990)

​I stare down at the single, dead black beetle resting on the sacred yellow cloth. It looks insignificant—a mere speck of organic decay—yet the air around it feels suffocatingly dense, as if the insect is an anchor for something much larger and far mor...

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