Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth’s masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.
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Friday, January 22, 2010
The Old Ones
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The Dunwich Horror
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"As a foulness shall ye know them."
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