The Distant Cartograph

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The rain hit the roof like a handful of gravel. Caleb shuddered. He held the jar. It was cold. Inside, the moth beat its wings. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Look at it," said the voice behind him. Old Silas stood in the doorway. His face was a map of scars. "Pretty, isn't it?" Silas asked. Caleb said nothing. He looked at the moth. White. Stained with grey. It was a luna moth. It would live for three...

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