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Noseratu, doesn't that name sound like the
very midnight call of death? Speak it not aloud
or life's pictures
will turn to shadows and
nightmares will
rise up to feed on your blood.
I have long meditated
on the rise and fall of the
Great
Death in Wisborg.
Here is the story:
In Wisborg there
lived a man called Hutter
with his young
wife Ellen...
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