The Distant Nightmare

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The moth died on the sill. Its wings were crinkled, brown, and dry. I watched it for a long time. It had flown in from the dark outside. It was tired. I felt tired too. My name is Elias. I work in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center. It is a place for people who have lost their way. I am the night warden. I keep the lights on. I keep the doors locked. I keep the things that live in...

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