Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space—In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land—Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. “I know not, ” said the second Shape, “I only died last night.”
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