Peter Bradley

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To the House of Darkness, the Seat of Irkalla, To the house from where no one who enters can leave To the journey from which there is no going back To the house whose dwellers are deprived of light Where dust is their sustenance, clay their food; They see no light, dwelling in darkness They are clad, like birds, with wings as garments On door and bolt dust gathers.
The First Ghosts: A rich history of ancient ghosts and ghost stories from the British Museum curator
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