The Wistful Dinner

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You hold the jar. It is cold. The glass is thick, stained with old wax. Inside, the creature moves. It is a moth. Not a common one. It is large. Its wings are the color of dried blood. They are stained with ash. You watch it beat its wings. It hits the glass. Thud. Thud. Thud. It is trying to leave. You know it is trying to leave. You do not let it. The road is bad. It is a track in the hills....

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