Red Cane I don’t know if it was a ghost or not, but I have no other explanation of it. Maybe it was all in my mind. Maybe not. However, this is what I believe happened.
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A Red Cane I don't know if it was a ghost or not, but I have no other explanation of it. Maybe it was all in my mind. Maybe not. However, this is what I believe happened. It was half-past five on a misty December evening and cars, scooters and buses were streaming from the factories towards the residential areas of the city. I was in the district on business after many years of absence and had planned, as soon as the factories closed, to visit an old and valued friend whom I had not seen for thirty years. The shortest way to her cottage would be by one of the numerous foot paths across the common, which was a surprisingly large area, preserved more or less in its natural state and protected against building development by local legislation; its vegetation consisted of stunted woodlands, interspersed by glades, thorn bushes, stretches of...

