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"With stark fear clutching at his heart he saw
the candles go out, one by one."

Dig Me No Grave

By ROBERT E. HOWARD

A shuddery tale of dark horror and evil things, and the uncanny funeral rites
over the corpse of old John Grimlan

The thunder of my old-fashioned door-knocker, reverberating eerily through the house, roused me from a restless and nightmare-haunted sleep. I looked out the window. In the last light of the sinking moon, the white face of my friend John Conrad looked up at me.

"May I come up, Kirowan?" His voice was shaky and strained.

"Certainly!" I sprang out of bed and pulled on a bath-robe as I heard him

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