06/26/2024
There stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. It's pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note...
The Masque of the Red Death descends November 9th.