Lovecraftian Fragments
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Doctor Walter D. Whately recalled Howard C. Carter's last words: "N'gai, Yug'thar'aglui, wgahg-sheblei, y'hah; lGoulath..." Mis-bugagn was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I recall the piping of the foothills when I try.
That night, I dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Ul-nath, the Stealer and its grim dwellers. I felt the presence of Oooth-ana.
He kept reading from that accursed scroll "Ia! Ia! Nyar-Cy! athshog Oonshebana!" Oothar was transported away... perhaps to The Stinking Temple to Nyarlaico, the Unspeakable but we were spared.
I wish I had never opened that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of Kadagn or The Desolate Temple to Thashuwgahath, the Crawling Vacuum. We learned that it destroyed Shub-Niggurath eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beast Shogyeh now...
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