That Awful, Thrilling Terror

"I learned the language that no mortal should ever learn - what the shadows whisper when in the stealth of night they creep round your lonely feet on a stranger's road."


The Maid of Harlaw

"This house is old, my lord. It is on nights like this that it remembers just how old it is and the will to hold its stones together grows weak."

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