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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Loyalties

    It was nearing midnight when the sound of footsteps penetrated the night air, startling to consciousness a haggard old woman who had formerly been asleep on a bench. Snow fell ...

    Sep 12, 2011


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights