Lovecraftian Fragments
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Howard C. Warren kept reading from that accursed book "Il'artep mglw'nafh Milarlei K'altep tho'hu shebnek!"
That night, he dreamed of The Abandoned Tower of Ulra and its obscene populace. It destroyed my child.
That night, I dreamed of The Forbidden Phylactery of Tel-tharoth and its populace. It ruined my walking stick.
Doctor Harley Philip Whately remembered Randolph C. Gardner's last words: "K'al Kad sheb! Ia Oola! agaqleing!" It ruined Kad-gothnagl just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Sartur lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles C. Warren, tries to pull back the veil.
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Joe Provo