The Masque of the Red DeathBy Edgar Allan PoeThe "Red Death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous
But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel.
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