CHAPTER 86
They Meet the Phantoms
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That starless midnight, there stole from out the darkness, the Iris flag of Hautia.
Again the sirens came. They bore a large and stately urn-like flower, white as alabaster, and glowing, as if lit up within. From its calyx, flame-like, trembled forked and crimson stamens, burning with intensest odors.