Davis McCombs - Visitations

Davis McCombs - Visitations

There came to us, Tuesday last, a man br of most peculiar visage. The Doctor, br to whom we turned for insight, muttered br of abominations, dismissed our questions. br And yet I did not hesitate to show the Gentleman br as far in the Cave as his leisure and his pocket br would allow. For, there, to the faltering br glow of a greaselamp or candle, throng br shadows far more monstrous than he. br These I do not fear. It is the women br on the tours that give me pause, delicate, br ghost-white, how, that night, I'm told, br they wake to find themselves in unfamiliar br beds, and lost, bewildered, call my name.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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