A strange vortex sucks in my Mr R–, Constable Sedgewick, myself, and a pigeon

John Polidori

The second instalment of a speculative account of the death of John William Polidori.Link to first instalment. It crossed my mind that I was dead. How I surveyed the situation I cannot say. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, but at the same time I could not imagine what would happen next. My perception was …

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