The Midnight Lamp
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Just a little story I wrote for a writing assignment in 9th grade that I thought I'd share.
The assignment was to write a short story in the style of Edgar Allan Poe.
Sorry if my english isn't perfect. I haven't edited this since 9th grade and I'm not a native speaker.
Constructive feedback is appreciated.
Please don't copy this story.
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