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A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
Opening: The long tapers flickered, sending the black shadows wavering along the walls, and the velvet tapestries rippled. Yet there was no wind in the chamber. Four men stood about the ebony table on which lay the green sarcophagus that gleamed like carven jade. In the upraised right hand of each man a curious black candle burned with a weird greenish light. Outside was night and a lost wind moaning among the black trees.http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/42243