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A DIARY OF THE DYING How strange the words look scribbled at the top of the empty page of my book! How stranger still that it is I, Edward Malone, who have written them—I who started only some twelve
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A DIARY OF THE DYING How strange the words look scribbled at the top of the empty page of my book! How stranger still that it is I, Edward Malone, who have written them—I who started only some twelve
THE GREAT AWAKENING And now I come to the end of this extraordinary incident, so overshadowing in its importance, not …
THE DEAD WORLD I remember that we all sat gasping in our chairs, with that sweet, wet south-western breeze, fresh from…
SUBMERGED The chamber which was destined to be the scene of our unforgettable experience was a charmingly feminine sit…
THE TIDE OF DEATH As we crossed the hall the telephone-bell rang, and we were the involuntary auditors of Professor Ch…
THE BLURRING OF LINES It is imperative that now at once, while these stupendous events are still clear in my mind, I s…
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