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An innkeeper kills a passing merchant for the money in his coat and then spends the rest of his life being extremely successful. Boris Karloff turns up as a mesmerist in a top hat, two years before anyone knew what to do with him. The horror is entirely internal and entirely deserved. Svartidauði build cathedrals out of the same material — a sound that circles the same ground, arriving on a timetable nobody published, never once letting the guilty man sit down.

— PAH