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Chapter 12
Word Count: 1462
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Released on: 18/11/2017
UNHAPPY
y for the priest and her society,[FN#5] and hung herself to the banisters with a scarf. She was no soone
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The Celtic Twilight
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”