“The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.”

—  Stephen King , book 'Salem's Lot

Source: 'Salem's Lot

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Directive (1947)
Context: Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
There is a house that is no more a house
Upon a farm that is no more a farm
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Who only has at heart your getting lost,
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Great monolithic knees the former town
Long since gave up pretense of keeping covered.
And there's a story in a book about it…

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