Had he but turned me away, but no, he beckoned me to enter and as I crossed the threshold I suddenly felt I had inhaled an atmosphere of sadness, an air of severe unfathomable gloom.
How well I remember the discomforting encounter with Wainwright as his slouching figure appeared in the doorway. His deformed body, his unusually large and luminous eyes coupled with a complexion so cadaverous it further exaggerated the feeling of eeriness.
Had he but turned me away, but no, he beckoned me to enter and as I crossed the threshold I suddenly felt I had inhaled an atmosphere of sadness, an air of severe unfathomable gloom. Comments are closed.
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