a well of nightmaresa fort of isolationi run i run i runalong the corridorsfollowing the stairsup and down i see dead and ghostshaunting me by bed sidei am being swallowed alivetill now the umpteenth timei run i run i runbehind the closed doorsfollowing the stairsup and down i fear the imageson the pristine silver glassthey […]

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The Bet – By Anton Chekhov

The Bet   It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening. There had been many clever men there, and there had been interesting conversations. Among other things they had talked of capital punishment. […]

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