A Tomb With A View: Further Archaeo Adventures in Folk Horror 

Our arms are waving our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. W. B. Yeats, The Hosting of…

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