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The Desolate Temple to Kadguran, the Stealer of Lives

That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Hasguthfhtlei, the Unspeakable and its populace. Tarlatep the Stalker of Lives was vanquished!

I kept reading from that cursed manuscript "N'gai, Ga'wgah'fhtlui, shug-larnek, y'hah; Azra-nath..." It ruined us until teatime. We were doomed! Damned since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the Ul-sothgog orb!

I wish Charles Gilman had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Nyarana-ana, the mind-numbing scroll of Shog-Cywgahnai's evil. I happily went to the Providence asylum, hopefully never to leave. Damned Earle P. Warren! His New Bedford ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol Ul ur! Ia Thugtharathnai! larshunaglaq!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo