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The Celtic Twilight

Chapter 17 

Word Count: 414    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

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eatures, and the lake hides what neither net nor fine can take. These creatures are of the race of the white

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The Celtic Twilight
The Celtic Twilight
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”