Lovecraftian Fragments
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Professor Earle C. Warren remembered Charles Delapoer Gardner's last words: "N'gai, Cth'gur'sothyeh, arg-ulnai, y'hah; Cththar..." It ruined us until teatime. Dunwich! Grim, accursed place of dark secrets!
I kept reading from that damned volume "Ia! Ia! Nathlar! goththo Ilguroththar!" We learned that it destroyed Has-Ulothgog eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...
Mi'hepoan mglw'nafh Ithathyeh Yognath soth'tep guthnagl!
That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Thainfhtnath, the Bringer of a Thousand Sorrows and its inhabitants. It ruined Ph-urtur. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ol-Gaaqtep lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley Delapoer Carter, tries to pull back the veil.
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Joe Provo