What lives after love dies? A man once full of charmed wit writes from a forgotten island,

Delos, sacred to Apollo, now silent and desolate. He is bound by invisible chains, haunted by the soul of a wife who once tried to revive a long-dead mystery cult,

drawing down ancient gods and transfiguring herself through ritual art

and something far older than reason. In a mansion of endless chambers lit by perfumed oil,

something stirs, something born of beauty, death and myth.

As memory decays and sanity loosens its grip,

only a scarlet thread guides the living through a maze of vision, shadow and flesh.

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You try to get. You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you?

How do that they'd come back, mother?

What's the secret?

Uginnon's Wife by Matthew Phipps Sheel

published in 1895.

Ah, bitter, sweet, Keats.

Ugannon, my friend, the man of art and thrills and impulses, the boulevardier, the Persefleur, must, I conclude, be frenzied, when after years of silence I received from him this letter.

Steeley, my friend, that is the name by which they now call this ancient Delos.

Wherefore has it been written, so passeth the glory of the world.

Ah, but to me it is, as to her it was, still Delos, the sacred island, birthplace of Apollo

and of Lato.

On the summit of Synthas I look from my dwelling and within the wide reach of the Cyclades perceive even yet the offerings of fruit

from Syria, from Sicily, from Egypt. I see the boats that bear the sacred envoys of Panionium to festival.

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