THE CONVENT BELL Before dawn, in night's worst hour, alone, I awoke and thought of my dead, and wept. There was none by to comfort me. I wept: It was night's deadliest hour, I was alone. Then...
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THE FORERUNNER In the scorched places between Kedron and the Dead Sea, in the birdless land hummocked with pallid clay like the heads of lepers, satyrs blinked at him from orange rocks, ghouls...
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