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The Ghost — The Moon, the Sea, and Poetry

She comes to me in the darkness of the storm! And O, what a horror it is to look upon such a face as hers! A pallid face, smeared in blood! And always her black eyes piercing my very soul! Pleading with the most ghastly of stares, chilling me to the bone! What she be, […]

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