The Candle in the Dark

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The marsh breathed. It was a slow, wet breathing, like the chest of a dying man. Arthur Winters felt it against the ruins of the missionary station where he had made his home three months ago. The walls were eaten by termites. The roof leaked when the rains came. The air was thick enough to drink. He did not mind. He had been to worse places. He had been to London, where the fog was thick...

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