Lovecraftian Fragments
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Yugan, Plateau of Disappointingly Few Pleasures
That night, Earle Philip Gilman fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Hasan on, the Devourer of Young and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. We learned that it ruined Ilnggurtep eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cth-athhu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Ward, tries to pull back the veil.
Shubath-nath
I kept reading from that doomed tome "Ith Az thar! Ia K'allaaq! ulsothleiath!" I was eternally banished to The Forbidden Temple to Cylaan, the Stalker.
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Joe Provo