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Dark Winds of Avalon.

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The long rolling winter winds blow coldly and steadily westward off the deep Atlantic ; they catch all manner of things and speed them to the east high over Cornwall’s rocky spur and deep into the softly rolling red Devon hills. High over Exmoor they rush and moan, sweeping down, rustling and loosening the last…

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