"Fumblestiltskin"
miasmatic fort
tertiary carol
pretend things aren't turned
turtle in the myrrh trade
sing tornado seed
sunshine autumn's grotto
charismatic kite
in the coal tar colors
“And yet these same dusky streets are thronged with a moving multitude, are traversed ever by ceaseless streams of men and women, flowing onward, silently, swiftly, eagerly. The very beggars do not speak above a whisper, the very dogs are dumb. The stillness of all voices leaves nothing for the perception of the hearing save the dull tread of many thousand feet and the rough rattle of an occasional carriage. Rarely, the harsh tones of a peasant, or the clear voices of a knot of strangers, unused to such an oppressive silence, startle the ear, causing hundreds of eager, half-suspicious, half-wondering eyes to turn in the direction of the sound.” —The Witch of Prague
"Heavier..."
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