The rain fell in the city, the scream sounded. “Murder, Police Murder!” crowds shuffled, an impenetrable wall of the disinterested. The blood flowed and the rain fell.
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The Lady and the Asp
The old man sits at his desk, frowning in concentration. The candlelight throws shadows into into his wrinkled skin, giving him a statuesque appearance. At last, he sighs, relaxes his face, and dips his pen into the inkwell. For better or worse it is a story that should be told. In 1850 I was newly… Continue reading The Lady and the Asp