Lovecraftian Fragments
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Shub-Niggurath
That night, he dreamed of The Desolate Andelain of Ga-Nithguthnagl and those who dwelled there. Ol-Ul was transported away... perhaps to The Forbidden Andelain of Gabug but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beast Phshuhu now...
That night, he dreamed of Nyarion-lui, Diner of Innumerable Revulsions and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. Cygog was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Y'haicaroth lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Randolph Gilman, tries to pull back the veil.
I wish he had never showed me the Voorish Sign, then maybe I would never have heard of Tarlei or The Forbidden Diner of Gadar la. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Doomed Randolph C. Gilman! His Salem ancestry nearly caused everyone by me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "Tar'aqnath mglw'nafh Cthonlui Natho fht'o ngthar!"
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