Darkly the shadow lay upon the Valley of Fear. The spring had come with running brooks and blossoming
trees. There was hope for all Nature bound so long in an iron grip; but nowhere was there any hope for
the men and women who lived under the yoke of the terror. Never had the cloud above them been so
dark and hopeless as in the early summer of the year 1875.
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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