The Distant Threshold
The train had been delayed for three hours, a fact that I noted with the detached precision of a man who has spent his life cataloging the irregularities of human behavior rather than the regularities of nature, and it was in this suspended, limbo-like carriage, pressed against the cold, vibrating metal of the window, that I first became aware of the presence of the moth, a creature of such...
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