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At first it lived in the corners of her vision: a suggestion of movement where insulation met shadow, a pulse behind the wallpaper's floral ghosts. When she turned, the space where she'd seen it was only shadow and the steady, useless sunlight through the attic window. Still, the sound followed—an insect chorus receding and swelling as if the house inhaled her and held its breath.

"You can't burn what remembers you," Vega said, standing in the corner like a punctuation mark. Her coat was thin as obituary paper. "You can only change the ledger." Parasited.22.10.17.Agatha.Vega.The.Attic.XXX.10...

"No," Vega answered. "You can give us a new account, move the ledger, make different debts. We prefer active accounts. Dormant things are easier to feed." At first it lived in the corners of

Agatha considered the cost. To never name again: to forget and forbid herself the vocabulary of a person who had once mattered. It would be a violence against memory, a lobotomy of the tongue. But in the ledger's terms, it would be payment. "You can't burn what remembers you," Vega said,