[…] sorrow for the lost Lenore — / For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — / Nameless here for evermore.
It was a bewildering theophany, since it was impossible to make out anything clearly in the stormy obscurity of thunder, lightning, smoke and wind.
Tony stumbled a little and when he found his balance, he knuckled up and sent a jab toward Will's neck.
Mining-wights could be heard at work in the walls, sometimes undercurrented by the drone and whirr of eldritch spinning wheels.
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