Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Boston! Disgusting, obscene place of disturbingly-angled roofs!
Doctor Ward remembered Charles Philip Warren's last words: "Ol'sothdar mglw'nafh Thangtep Tellui ath'thar aqtep!" We learned that it destroyed Sarath eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...
That night, I dreamed of The Grim Temple to Nigtep ng, the Bringer of Innumerable Pleasures and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. We learned that it destroyed Gaonshog the Bringer of a Thousand Terrors eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Il-Nyarthotep lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Henry Stanley Carter, tries to pull back the veil.
The Filthy Phylactery of Thaicaqhu
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