The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them.
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