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THE TWILIGHT OF THE SOULS
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house, rushed past the windows, howled in the chimney, spread its wide wings and flapped on through the clattering rain, leaving its howl like a trail in the air. . . .

By the flickering firelight, playing upon their small souls, they listened attentively. . . . He smiled. . . . Her eyes were wide and staring. . . .