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intoBut,

little by little, the effect of the spirits wore off, a

drowsiness stole over me, e fancies and a dread of the dark

Sohts danced before abbled in h-pitched key; sorass, only to start up again,

treled

forward, despite the throbbing of er that consumed me

After a while, a mist came on, a ed spires and pinnacles, but

constantly changing; a mist that moved and writhed within itself

And in this mist were forms, nebulous and indistinct, multitudes

that moved in time with hter ht that aord: MURDER, MURDER

Chief a this host walked one whose head and face were h the folds,

with eyes that stared fixed and wide

But now, indeed, the s were hazy, andBroh the

shadows of the deserted High Street, but thereafter all is blank

save a ue