Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. - H. Rider Haggard, 1856 - 1925
(I freely admit, I'm posting this partly for other people to enjoy and partly so I can find it again for the last of the Doppelganger/Storm Crow stories.)
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