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The only light
was the
flickering
rays of our own lamps, in which steam from our
hard-driven horses rose in a white cloud.
Dracula by Bram Stoker
The only light
was the
flickering
rays of our own lamps, in which steam from our
hard-driven horses rose in a white cloud.
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