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Arthur Schnitzler: Die Weissagung (via Gutenberg)
1 Unweit von Bozen, auf einer mäßigen Höhe, im Walde wie versunken und von der Landstraße aus kaum sichtbar, liegt die kleine Besitzung des Freiherrn von Schottenegg. Ein Freund, der seit zehn Jahren...
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Dorothy Quick: Pattern
The child was weaving A strange and terrible pattern, Beyond his conceiving In the stark room of a slattern. His eyes never strayed From the taut web of his making; He was not dismayed Though his...
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Dorothy Quick: Ghostlings
Out of the silence of the night Come icy fingers tipped with snow, And a strange thin piping That no birds know. And there are misty figures Ringing all the world apart; Casting unbearable terror...
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Dorothy Quick: The Monster
Something slithers on the beach, More than touch of foam, A long dark thing that tries to reach Some new and different home. Something crawling in the shade, Impossible to see, Creature which the...
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