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Description: Still rapt in reverie he passed up the stairs and into the chamber where his grandson slept. There lay the old man, his eyelids as tightly closed as if there had been money underneath them. The ghost of old Applejoy stood by his bedside. -- By Frank R. Stockton www.blackmask.com Category: Gothic Tales
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