I heard nothing, but ever more clearly as the light of the half-moon grew sharper, I thought I could make out a dark shape, and soon, as it came nearer, I saw it. It sat on a horse, a high-boned, haggard white horse. A dark mantle fluttered across the figure’s shoulders, and as he flew past, two burning eyes stared at me out of a pale face.
-Theodor Storm
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