Incipit
Polaris By H. P. LOVECRAFT The watcher could not tell which was dream and which was reality—a brief weird fantasy by a late master of eery fiction INTO the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours of the morning under the horned waning moon, I sit by the casement and watch that star. Down from the heights reels the glittering Cassiopeia as …
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