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Oothartho the Crawling Mass
That night, he dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Nyl-Ithguthra, the Bringer of Countless Fears and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed my mind.
That night, he languidly dreamed of The Filthy Desert of Misgog-thar and those who dwelled there. Shog-Cy was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.
Howard Warren remembered Wilbur Warren's dying words: "N'gai, Tar'gur'ullei, othg-bugyeh, y'hah; Nith-Kad..." I happily went to the Ipswich asylum, hopefully never to leave. I was doomed! Cursed since the start of the voyage, as predicted by the Ilhepora crystals!
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