THE VAMPIRE
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  • Reads 24
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 3h 41m
Ongoing, First published May 05, 2021
"Art thou a spirit of health or goblin damned?"
All is still-still as the very grave. Not a sound breaks the magic of repose. What is that-a strange, pattering noise, as of a million of fairy feet? It is hail-yes, a hailstorm has burst over the city. Leaves are dashed from the trees, mingled with small boughs; windows that lie most opposed to the direct fury of the pelting particles of ice are broken, and the rapt repose that before was so remarkable in its intensity, is exchanged for a noise which, in its accumulation, drowns every cry of surprise or consternation which here and there arose from persons who found their houses invaded by the storm.
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