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“And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.” (The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe)
The dramatic effect of those words on my 7th grade self, particularly that final line, cannot be overstated. I remember it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday…



