Through the gray fog of an autumn morning a flock of birds took flight; sweeping now, as if in farewell, close to the firs, so recently their home--rising now to a goodly height, directing their flight toward the south, and disappearing slowly in the veiled distance. The gloomy eyes of a man standing at a window of the large castle-like mansion situated at the edge of the forest, followed this flight.…
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