Strange Tales

Strange tales are neither here nor there.  They come out of the mist to stand under the full moon at day, and the rippling cloud covered stars at night.  They live in that strange land between waking and sleeping where the lines between what is real and what is fantasy are blurred and the reflection in the mirror seems to go on forever.

Tale:  Ghosts 

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