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Call of Chicago: Averoigne 1895

“My shadowy visage, grey with grief, In sunken waters walled with sand, I see — where all mine ancient land Lies yellow like an autumn leaf.” — Clark Ashton Smith, “The Kingdom of Shadows” Robin has staked out Paris with his customary élan, and Robert Chambers has toured us through Brittany, but there’s at least […]

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