Written by

Algernon Blackwood

First published in

Pan's Garden: a Volume of Nature Stories

As Felix Henriot came through the streets that January night the fog was stifling, but when he reached his little flat upon the top floor there
came a sound of wind. Wind was stirring about the world. It blew against his windows, but at first so faintly that he hardly noticed it. Then, with an abrupt rise and fall like a wailing voice that sought to claim
attention, it called him. He peered through the window into the blurred darkness, listening.

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