Couverture de Weird Tales, juin 1926 — Popular Fiction · Public domain · Commons
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“And upward along that pallid path my fevered fancy pictured a thin shadow slowly writhing.” Somewhere, to what remote and fearsome region I know not, Denys Barry has gone. I was with him the last night he lived among men, and heard his screams when the thing came to him; but all the peasants and police in County Meath could never find him, or the others, though they searched long and far. And now I shudder when I hear the frogs piping in swamps, or see the moon in lonely places. I had known Denys Barry well in America, where he had grown rich, and had congratulated him when he bought back t …
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Version transcrite — Weird Tales, juin 1926 (vol. 7, n° 6). (Le numéro dont Wikisource donne le texte ; ce n’est pas toujours la première parution.)
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