19 stories
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Nikolay Chernyshevsky-
1.7K
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122 parts
A creeping dread permeates the cramped, airless rooms of St. Petersburg, where shadows cling to peeling wallpaper and the scent of decay min... -
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William Morris-
1.5K
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119 parts
A creeping dread clings to the valley of the Well, where the last threads of the Old World fray against a coming darkness. Grey stone towers... -
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William Morris-
1.4K
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111 parts
A creeping dampness clings to these shores, a mist born not of the sea but of forgotten things. The isles themselves rise from the grey, rin... -
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Samuel Butler-
1.1K
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90 parts
A creeping dread clings to the shadowed corners of this narrative, a descent not into hellfire, but into the stifling, humid rot of inherite... -
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H. G. Wells-
1.1K
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75 parts
A creeping dread permeates the English countryside as a new hunger awakens, not for earthly sustenance, but for a blossoming, alien evolutio... -
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William Morris-
1.1K
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62 parts
A creeping dread clings to the valleys where the stone teeth of the elder world still bite at the sky. This is not a tale of kings or conque... -
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William Morris-
827
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70 parts
A creeping dread settles over the marshlands of Anglia, mirroring the slow rot within the bones of its last kings. Morris weaves a tale not ... -
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William Morris-
663
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32 parts
A creeping mist clings to the riverbank, not of fog, but of forgetting. This is a world where the iron mills have rusted silent, and the soo... -
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William Morris-
635
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37 parts
A creeping twilight clings to the last threads of a dying age. The realm of Prexus, though beautiful beyond imagining, is laced with a sorro... -
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Samuel Butler-
530
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29 parts
The fog clings to the mountains of Erewhon like a shroud, a perpetual dampness that seeps into the very bones of those who wander its valley... -
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Edward Bulwer-Lytton-
525
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29 parts
Beneath the crumbling peaks of the Himalayas, where the air chills with the ghosts of forgotten empires, lies a subterranean world—a realm o... -
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Karel Čapek-
482
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31 parts
A creeping dread permeates the cobbled streets of Prague, not from specters or ghouls, but from the unsettling quietude of a power unbound. ... -
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William Morris-
442
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34 parts
A creeping dread clings to the stone of the Wolfings’ hall, a northern keep haunted by the echoes of a forgotten lineage. Dust motes dance ... -
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Edward Bellamy-
422
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31 parts
A creeping dread permeates the shadowed streets of Boston, not from specters of the past, but from the chilling perfection of a future unbur... -