“The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies weighed down […]
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Rhabdomancy
We took leave of him in the morning, with a simple look which both meant that we no longer belonged to the living and that, if we ever returned from our […]
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Requiescat
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is […]
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Je vois de la lumière noire
This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –
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