The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 06:22:52 -

"Look at it, Silas." I looked. The moth was dead. It lay on the damp stone floor of the cellar, its wings folded like broken paper. I kicked it. It didn’t move. I looked at Arthur. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He looked thin. Too thin. His eyes were bright. "Dead?" I asked. "Dead," he said. "Just as I told you. It comes. It dies. Every night." I felt a chill. Not from the...

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