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darkling wood viii

But finally, with arduous soul, and grim, I reach the forest’s heart. The trail of mists and ghosts I’ve ta’en has led me down the labyrinth into the lair of many things, darknesses and shadows. Darknesses there are, and shadows creeping out from every tree into the darkest haunts that be a-secreted within my mind. I look at them and try to see, and find they cannot be.  *

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