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An Excerpt From Epilogue To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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The beast flew overhead, its wings making a shadow on the ground at least eight yards wide. Suddenly, it began to descend. The ground trembled as it landed before me. Its silver scales seemed to glitter in the moonlight. It gazed at me with goldenrod eyes. In a gentle yet might voice, the creature spoke. “Are you the one of whom legend speaks?” I swallowed. “I am,” I replied, and then whispered, “I think.” “Then you are the one who

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