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The fire was dying, and it made its ghostly shapes on the floor, and I was broken thinking of my lost love, Lenore -
My heart was racing and I heard another tapping at the window, and I had thought that it was only the wind -
The narrator was reading books late one night to forget about his love when he heard knocking at his door. -
I opened the door and I called out for someone to be there, and no one responded, making me worried that I had never heard anything -
The wind scared me, and there was a knocking at the door. -
I stood down, and I was nervous, full of vile thoughts. A silence felt endless, I whispered Leanor can hurt a soft, quiet echo of Leanor