Usher House

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Many years later, as Elenora, now an old lady, lay dying in the huge, overly ornate Victorian four-poster bed in her well furnished old-English style bedroom, a huge picture of her thighs and genitals, this time white abstract lines on a jet black background, in almost Picasso-esque fashion, over the fireplace where the picture of the master of the house should hang, opposite her death-bed, "Edgar, my dearest companion and friend! Please, please, be as gentle with my next reincarnation as you were with me."

Edgar, as always the forever age and form that was his tomb, smiled down at his charge. Whispering, "Go to sleep now, madam! And awaken renewed!"

Elenora's eyes fading to oblivion...