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That place had an atmosphere nothing like it, even if it came from a dimension in which the sky air was misty, in a constant fog, in which it continued to show a funereal atmosphere of a rain that constantly feel non-stop, but something that emanated from the twisted trees, in which it was seen with dark and strange trees and plants.

A strange sensation that came from the dimensions of fear, in its rawest gray form, from the silent lake, arose and rose a hot and mystical vapor, heavy, inert, barely perceptible and leaden-colored.

Scaring away from my mind what must have been a dream, I observed, was more attentively the real aspect of that construction.

In which its main characteristic was to look excessively old, with the loss of colors over the years it had been great, without its shadows, in which it had a color that referred to tiny fungi in which it was taken over the entire exterior of the temple, tangling itself in the gutters, in which they appeared in a finely woven web.

Even so, however, there was no more marked damage, with no part of the masonry collapsing, and there seemed to be one, with the extravagant inconsistency between the still perfect set of the numerous parts of the building and the precarious condition of each stone.

This showed an ominous environment in the midst of darkness, in which it could seem that it made one think of the apparent integrity of an old piece of strange and crooked wood, many years ago in some abandoned cave, without contact with the outside air.

It was then, despite this strong indication of beauty and aristocracy, in which the place was an immense and beautiful construction gave few signs of mold and rot, being a golden environment, in which perhaps the eyes of the least observant, being even the most attentive.

In that they had discovered some form of totally original beauty, being an environment outside of the standards, in which they are all outside of an original environment and outside of any normal change, in any aristocratic and ancient environment, every environment, it was imperceptible that, extending from the front ceiling of the temple, in that it descended through the dimensions of fear, in its crudest form zigzagging until it was lost in the waters that were as dark as the environment, which came from a puddle.

Then, when everyone was observing these things, I crossed the short path that led to the temple.

The one who was an environment, in a created place, took my car and then I passed through the Gothic arches of the vestibule.

When the servants led me through that environment in silence and with stealthy steps, through the various dark and intricate corridors, on my way to their master's study.

Much of what I found along the way contributed to potentiate all the vague feelings, which I have already described, in a way that I cannot explain.

Although the objects around me, it was then, even the paintings on the ceiling, in which the sombre tapestries in the dimensions of fear, in their rawest form, the floor black as ebony, or, perhaps with the same symbols, historical articles, relics that filled the place, such as the ghostly heraldic trophies that clanked.

All this as I passed, being things to which I was sometimes one of the introduced, to which I had become accustomed in childhood, and though I did not hesitate to acknowledge how familiar it all was to me, I still wondered for the time being, then, as I realized how much the impressions of the common images in all this, when these things to which he was accustomed, in cause were strange.

It was like this, on one of the stairs, I met the priest who was part of the service.

As usual, when I saw him, when he was with his strange countenance, when I thought, he seemed to enclose a mixture of low cunning and embarrassment.

When he greeted me with a slight trembling and continued walking, then when the priests and the members of the service, who then opened the door and guided me into the presence of their lord, in which those which were one of the rooms, in which were as large and imposing, as the immense place, that was one of the offices of the order.

With those windows they were long, narrow, and pointed, and were placed at such a great distance from the oak floor that it was almost impossible to reach them.

With its faint glow of reddish lights, it made its way through the windows from lattices and served to make them sufficiently recognizable to the other members.

Being the main objects there, which I looked at with my eyes, however, they tried in vain to reach the remotest corners of the room or the recesses of the vaulted and ornamented ceiling.

Since there were dark tapestries among the artifacts placed in which, hanging from the dimensions of fear, in its crudest form, with the furniture it was plentiful, but uncomfortable, being ceremonial and traditional, to get the image that it matched the gloomy environment, in which it was in a precarious state. There were several books.

In which they were adorned and were in contrast to the musical instruments scattered around the corners, but not even if they were like that, in which they felt that they could give a sense of vitality to the place.

When I felt that I breathed a dark atmosphere, in which I saw the atmosphere that had been for a long time, there a dense atmosphere of deep, penetrating and irremediable melancholy hung in the air and took over, being everything, I saw when I entered.

In which Edelgard Usher rose from the couch on which he was lying, and thus greeted me so warmly that at first, I considered, even with exaggerated cordiality, the constrained effort of a great and handsome man tired of the world.

Still, however, as I looked at his most diplomatic and aristocratic countenance, I was convinced of his perfect sincerity.

As we sat down, we began to say what it would be, and for a few moments, while he was not speaking, I contemplated him with a feeling in which pity and admiration were mingled.

Even though no man had changed so much, in such a short period of time, in that short, as Roderick Morgan and Edelgard Usher!

That was so difficult to admit than the pale man who was there, in front of me, in which he was my childhood and adolescent companion.

His features of his face had always been remarkable: the complexion, as much as the cadaverous, with his large, liquid eyes and brighter than even the others in which any one; narrow and very pale lips, however, with a beautiful curvature of remarkable beauty; the nose of a delicate Hebrew feature, but with an unusual width for nostrils of a similar type.

With his chin, finely shaped, which spoke, for lack of prominence, was of a lack of energy of the spirit, with his hair, softer and finer, besides what would be the order of giant spiders, which seemed to come around them.

That all these features, which expanded excessively over the region of the temples, made that countenance not easily to be forgotten, was so it was, but now, in the exaggeration of the predominant character of these features, with their expression which they used to convey, there was so much change that I began to doubt the one with whom I spoke.