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13 Stories
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E. Pauline Johnson-
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A creeping mist clings to the shadowed forests and salt-laced inlets of the Pacific Northwest, echoing the half-remember... -
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Thomas Bulfinch-
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Dust motes dance in perpetual twilight within these pages, mirroring the half-remembered dreams of gods and monsters. Th... -
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Homer-
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Salt-laced winds howl through cyclopean ruins, echoing with the screams of forgotten men. A bruised horizon bleeds into ... -
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Elias Lönnrot-
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A frost-bitten wind whispers through birch and pine, carrying tales of a land older than memory. Here, where the sun bl... -
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Joseph Jacobs-
442
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Beneath a bruised, monsoon-heavy sky, these tales whisper from shadowed verandas and crumbling temple stones. Dust mote... -
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S. M. Mitra-
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Dust motes dance in the amber light of forgotten temples, clinging to the crumbling sandstone carvings. A creeping dread... -
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Langston Hughes-
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Dust hangs thick in the turpentine-scented air of the Florida backwoods, clinging to the weathered planks of the abandon... -
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Zitkála-Šá-
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The prairie sighs with the ghosts of a vanished people, each tale woven with the rustle of dry grasses and the mournful ... -
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Ovid-
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The world breathes in decay, a bruised plum-color twilight clinging to every cypress and crumbling stone. Here, gods ca... -
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Herminie Templeton Kavanagh-
125
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The bog breathes cold, a peat-thickened air clinging to the stones of the O’Gill cottage. This is a land where the bou... -
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George Grey-
188
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The islands breathe with ghosts. Not of men, but of gods and spirits woven into the very coral and vine. Grey’s pages ... -
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Frank Hamilton Cushing-
249
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Dust-choked canyons whisper with the ghosts of sun-scorched prayers. Within the crumbling adobe walls, the air hangs thi... -
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A. N. Afanasyev-
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The winter wind howls through skeletal birch forests, carrying whispers of Baba Yaga’s hut on chicken legs and the chi... -