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accursed, up into the blessed air and sunlight above that vast crater that yawned now in the red jungles.

We flew straight toward Zinziba's towers. And as we winged down amid the spires toward the palace of the Khal of Krann—my palace—the populace saw and recognized me with wild shouts.

"The Redeemer! The Redeemer!"

And as I flew down thus to claim my heritage, Lura's quivering form was sweet and warm in my arms.



Ghost Shadows

By CLARENCE EDWIN FLYNN

Ghosts of trees at sunset
Length'ning on the grass,
Ghosts of clouds in summer—
I have seen them pass.

Ghosts of ships thrown seaward
By the moonlight's glow,
Ghosts of faded blossoms—
I have seen them go.

Ghosts of evening firelight
Leaping on the wall,
Ghosts of dear ones passing—
I have seen them all.

Ghosts of vanished moments
Passing where the dew
Once was on the roses—
I have seen them, too.


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