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A set of illustrations by Thomas Theodor Heine from Thorheiten, Album von Thomas T. Heine, published by Albert Langen, 1901.

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A set of illustrations by Thomas Theodor Heine from Thorheiten, Album von Thomas T. Heine, published by Albert Langen, 1901.
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A set of illustrations by Thomas Theodor Heine from Thorheiten, Album von Thomas T. Heine, published by Albert Langen, 1901.
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
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