Lovecraftian Fragments
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Mi-icath
Accursed Howard! His New Bedford ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Shub-othnath! nwgah Dagsheb!"
Nig Az aq! Ia Nigaqfht! thobugturag!
That night, Howard D. Gilman dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Ootur-nek, the Unnamable and its natives. We learned that it destroyed Nyargur the Creeping Madness eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beast Mitharng now...
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Cheers,
Joe Provo