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She spent the night alone with body bruised and skirts asunder He found his sister in the morning, soaking, in a puddle "Let's run away," she said "He beats us ... - Dead Eyes Open
+++Dead Eyes Open, or, How the Woman in the Attic Fled, Never to Return+++ Prelude My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides I am time-hardened wax and ... - Lindsay's Trachea
Dr Lindsay: "Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me! Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea! Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor ... - Mediterranean Widow
Over the eyes of the slow slipping under, the dead call Their names... a motley assembly of specters and Wraiths! Twice in the morning the old widow screamed...... - Mr. Quilt's Rotten Luck
1. On a crooked, cobblestoned and ancient road I briskly strode when two men wearing bowler hats, curled moustaches, all in black, on a tandem bicycle went this...
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