Thursday, March 8, 2018

The Ghosts of Shipwrecked Mariners

“And now the evening began to gather in. A thick white mist had appeared over the river, and was softly rising higher. It clutched at the trees with long impalpable arms, it rose higher and higher, chilling the air; and white shapes moved away into the jungle as though the ghosts of shipwrecked mariners were searching stealthily in the darkness for the spirits of evil that long ago had wrecked them on the Yan."

Tales of Three Hemispheres, Lord Dunsany

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