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Now alle is dead withinne me, and the attick dust is still,

And old moth huskes lye crumbling on the warped woode of the sill...

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There’s a new, mysterious flight of stairs outside 14-year-old Carol Tanner’s bedroom. It goes up and up and up, into the realms of sheer impossibility — just as stairs in a three-bedroomed semi-detached house on Willow Drive shouldn’t. And it’s not there all the time... more...

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