A Monk Of Cruta
                                            
                            By E. Phillips Oppenheim
                            
                                17 Oct, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: A torrent of rain was swept against the streaming window pane, and a gust of wind shook the frame in its sockets. The watcher turned away from the window with a mute gesture of despair. No eye could pierce that black chaos. He sank aga
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                                                Brief Extract: A torrent of rain was swept against the streaming window pane, and a gust of wind shook the frame in its sockets. The watcher turned away from the window with a mute gesture of despair. No eye could pierce that black chaos. He sank again into his seat and looked around shuddering. The high, vaulted chamber was lit by a pair of candles only, leaving the greater part of it in gloom. Less