Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Diner of Gabugur and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I felt the presence of Sarthar the Grim Hand.

N'gai, R'l'on'agua, athg-guroth, y'hah; Nath-Dagbugnath...

Has Tel on! Ia Ga-othoth! shogurnekla!

I regret opening that gate... Mi-Haslaan, the atrocious manuscript of Shubothoth's evil. It ruined Hasico the Piercing Evil just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the unnatural music now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo