The Cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the na…
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Terror elegante e obsessão: contos que medem o abismo com precisão de relojoeiro.
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the na…
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it,…
True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not dest…
The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the red…
Son cœur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.. —_De Béranger_. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn…