The dog, the night air, the hound's forelegs the tension, its hard white hind legs and the dark lines of the drain scratching - the dog, its white light and a shrill white noise, like scratching. only connect the shadow bended trouser leg blocked in like shadow, dark passages falling in sloping, uneaseful diagonals drawing the eye inexorably down. but the studded chain crawling and taut, electric pearls, a curved white live string or bolt of lightning, shot to a halt, the whole deep-wrought spectre. the darkness, the chain, the dog-silence.
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