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Into the Darkness, and Nothing More. And This Mystery Explore, Let My Heart Be Still a Moment
It was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenoreo. The silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me,. filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating, i some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. And this mystery explore, tis the wind and nothing more.