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As the shades of evening drew on, i saw the melancholy house of usher.
I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when i must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm.
while he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was she called) passed slowly through a remote portion of the apartment, and, withing having noticed my presence, disappeared
We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that i heard her first feeble moments in the hallow coffin
I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway
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