DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clounds hung oppresively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Edgar Allan Poe
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