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Even in the stillness of that dead-cold weather, I had heard no sound of little battering hands upon the window-glass... A phantom child roams the Northumberland moors, while a host of fairytale characters gone to seed gather in the dark, dark woods in these two surprising tales of the uncanny from the great Victorian novelist.
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