When travelers from London entered Arcady they lamented one to another the death of Pan. They saw him lying stiff and still, horned Pan still as stone, the dew collected on on his fur; he had not the look of a live animal. And evening came and a small star appeared. . . . Fifty-One very short tales from Lord Dunsany, master of the weird.
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