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It's the start of October,

so the perfect time for some creepier stories.

Tonight, I will be reading from

The Innocence of Father Brown,

the short story,

The Honor of Israel Gao.

So lie down,

close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

A stormy evening of olive and silver was closing in, as Father Brown wrapped in a gray scotch plaid,

came to the end of a gray scotch valley and beheld the strange castle of Glengile.

It stopped one end of the glen or hollow, like a blind alley,

and it looked like the end of the world. Rising in steep roofs and spires of sea-green slate

in the manner of the old French Scotchateau, it reminded an Englishman of the sinister steeple hats of the witches and fairy tales,

and the pine woods that rocked round the green turrets looked, by comparison, as black as numberless

flocks of ravens. This note of a dreamy, almost a sleepy devilry, was no more fancy from the landscape.

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