Lovecraftian Fragments

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Professor Randolph Ward remembered Earle Carter's last words: "N'gai, Dag'ar'bugua, ulg-fhtion, y'hah; Am-onnagl..." I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. We were doomed! Accursed from the dawn of time, as predicted by the rune!

Earle Howard kept reading from that cursed scroll "lGo Ul ur! Ia R'lnai gur! sothngnekag!" It destroyed Nigonath the Render. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ilath hepo lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

Cursed Harley Delapoer Gilman! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Ol'gur'hepoagn, icg-gothra, y'hah; Oo-gurgog..."

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Phbugnai, the Flying Evil and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo