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of it.
She moved closer. Old men and women, children, babes in arms, humans and other beings, too, more and more thickly they of the earth and the dew and the night breeze.
Some of them came toward Mary as if they wanted to tell her something, and reached out their hands, and she felt their touch like little shocks of cold. One of the ghosts, an old woman, beckoned, urging her to come close.
Then she spoke, and Mary heard her say:
"Tell them stories. They need the truth. You must tell them true stories, and everything will be well, just tell them stories." came out of the dark into the world of solid moonlight, and vanished.That was the strangest thing. They took a few steps in the world of grass and air and silver light, and looked around, their faces transformed with joy, Mary had never seen such joy, and held out their arms as if they were embracing the whole universe; and then, as if they were made of mist or smoke, they simply drifted away, becoming part
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