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Hylum Sendak was used to it by now. The dark, the cold, the sticky white things
drifting by, and that buzzing sound in his head were each irksome but it was home,
for now. Another few hours of digging out into the south wall and he'd find the
door -- he hoped.
Noises above him . . . footsteps, no, something different this time, a sliding and
lumbering -- oh great, what was that smell -- Hylum retched and added to the
noisome ambience of the fetid dankness. He hated being here, hated the things
upstairs, hated their perpetual attempts to gain access to the stairway. He had
secured the door with a brace of six railroad ties and 18-inch spikes -- nothing
should be able to get in. He had burned the staircase for good measure. Under the
old staircase he'd dug a large pit with thirteen Elder Sign stones scattered around
its edge.
Necronomicon, his gene-enhanced, mega-assassin, pit bull, stood nearby, its maw
muzzled for quiet mode, looked up toward the poundings beyond the cellar door.
Come on down, it thought, let's play.
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Hylum's mattock hit on something hard. Stone, yes, it was etched with the proper
symbols, the right carvings, and ah, good -- a door handle and the keyhole. A few
more minutes and the door would be clear.
Hylum called Necronomicon, "Over here boy, dig there. Good boy! That's it."
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The cellar door above him and to his rear glowed with a blinding intensity. They
were nearly through. They were melting through it! He'd have to hurry.
"Faster, Necro, faster boy!" he said. The famed Silver Key he'd found in his uncle's
centuries olde estate fit perfectly, the ancient door of the Underworlds was now
unlocked. Hylum pulled it open slowly as a muttering and groaning echoed from
upstairs. He and Necronomicon slipped into the portal. Hylum threw several Elder
Sign stones behind him, in front of the door, pushing it closed. It locked itself. The
Silver Key was warm, nearly hot to in his hand now. Hylum regarded its odd look as
well. It seemed to flicker in his hand, wavering as a heat mirage. He pocketed it.
There appeared to be no keyhole on the inside. He leaned closer to make sure.
Hylum's night-eyes goggles slipped off. Darkness ruled.
"Oh great, wait a minute, Necro. Here it is!" Psuedo-light returned to the fearful
tunnel and monstrously long expanse of steps before them. Hylum wondered if he
was getting away from danger behind him or walking directly in its womb. He and
Necronomicon began their descent carefully. Unearthly screams and howling filled
the cellar beyond the door behind them. Whatever was trying to enter the cellar
had made it inside. They'd found the pit and the Elder Signs too. Hylum laughed
slightly but with a shuddering of dread.
Uncle Amorship's olde desk had also provided him 46, small, Elder Sign stones for
his trip to the Underworlds. He was down to 13. What a long, strange trip it had
been. Necronomicon stopped in his tracks and growled at something shadowy
ahead of them. What was it, a Night-gaunt? Hylum tapped code on his wrist
module and graphix filled his left goggle lens, rapidly scrolling out Mythos data
analysis. Necronomicon ambled forward. About the second Hylum's database nearly
had a fix on the spectre, it vanished.
"Great! Insufficient data -- time error," Hylum sighed.
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Necronomicon growled. A shrouded figure drifted forward, his cloak barely

touching the cave floor. It reached out a gnarled hand, fingers looking pale and
fungoid. Hylum reached into his unzipped hip pocket, slowly removing something.
Necronomicon shifted away from the entity expecting Hylum to flash-rip it with a
quantar. Instead, Hylum threw the Silver Key at it. The silvery projectile sailed to
the thing's left and it reached out and snatched it in the total darkness. Hylum and
Necronomicon watched as their silent visitor slightly bowed its head, turned
around, and walked back to where it came from.
"You see that catch?" Hylum asked.
Necronomicon's com-wave implant sent a response to Hylum's goggles. It printed
out, "I don't have enhanced eyes for nothing you know."
Hylum chuckled. They walked down a slight incline to a gate in a massive wall. Its
multi-tiered construction seemed to originally be the bones of some huge animal
but the eons of calcium carbonate and silica dripping from the stalactites a half
mile above them had served cover the wall in polished stone. The shrouded one
beckoned them on as it opened the gate with the Silver Key. Necronomicon,
moving closer, noticed the key was glowing white- hot as it slipped into the huge
gate's lock. The smell of burning yet rotted meat filled his snout. Hylum and
Necronomicon passed into the sanctuary as the gate swung open, towering over
them. It then swung closed as their escort stepped in behind them. He slowly
faded, drifting downward into the cobbled stone courtyard as they both stared in
awe. The Silver Key remained, slowly cooling and hissing on the damp stone.
"We'll pick that up later on," Hylum said, "It's way too hot for us to stand around
and wait for it to cool."
Necronomicon, "Whatever . . ."
"I believe an old friend of mine lives just over there, down that street," Hylum
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said.
Necronomicon, "Anyone else live in this city?"
Hylum answered, "Well, not humans. Clark Ashton Jones is the only human down
here."
Necronomicon, "And you're supposedly the other human down here, right?"
"Funny, Necro, very funny. I might get you fixed when we get back."
Necronomicon relieved himself liquidly on Hylum's boot for good measure and
trotted off, heading down Jones' street.
Hylum aimed his quantar just behind Necronomicon's paw and sent a short pulse
his way. The quanta heated up the surrounding stones quickly, giving
Necronomicon a small "hot-foot" or "hot-paw". Necronomicon leaped up, whining a
bit. He kept going.
Necronomicon, "Funny, Hylum, very funny. Do that again and I am gonna chew
through this muzzle and take a leg off ya!"
Hylum put his quantar away, looked over his shoulder, thinking he heard a distant
rumbling. His jovial moment with Necronomicon was over. The servants of
Yog-Sothoth had probably violated the sacred door to the Underworld just then.
Only the obsidian-edged, sky-stone, Gate of Hypnos stood twixt them and The City
Jones Made.
Hylum was knelt down, removing Necronomicon's Kevlar-7 muzzle, when the
Shoggoths advanced on them from amidst an impossible-angled maze of glyphed
columns to the right of Jones' street.
Hylum whispered to Necronomicon, "It was nice knowing ya pal. We're history now.
I thought Jones had rid the neighborhood of those things."
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Necronomicon, muzzle removed, lunged at the freshly protruding eyespot of the

lead Shoggoth. Hylum jumped onto a jumbled pile basaltic blocks, scrambling up
them. The Shoggoths heaved their gelatinous bulk up after him.
"Necro! Necro, no boy! Let go of that thing before it pulls you inside itself!"
Necronomicon, "Precisely. Once I get past this thing's leathery exterior, I'm gonna
rip its brains out!"
Hylum knew that was not such a bad idea but what about the digestive fluids in a
Shoggoth? Would Necro munch neurons and claw his way back out before he was
doggie soup? Unknown . . .
The lead Shoggoth began an odd series of ripplings and began exuding a greenish
gore -- as Necronomicon burst out its side.
"Necro! Here boy! Up here!"
Hylum had just reached the top of the block pile. Necronomicon leaped past him,
whining and barking.
"Necro! No!", Hylum shouted as the acid-drenched dog jumped off a nearby ledge.
Hylum leaned over, looking down to see a small splash, hundreds of feet below.
"Smart dog, that one," he said as the other Shoggoths finished devouring their
brain-dead companion. Appetites satisfied the remaining Shoggoths retreated back
into the maze of columns. Hylum climbed down quickly to get to Necronomicon,
avoiding the slime reaching up at his boots, living Shoggoth tissue, scraps of a
Shoggoth feast.
As Hylum was seeking someway down to the pool Necronomicon had fallen into, he
was intercepted.
"Ah, Hylum! Good to see you again," spoke Clark Ashton Jones, "Wait a minute!
How did you get here? What blasphemous sorcery has wrought this meeting?"
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"Sir Clark!" Hylum answered, "I must find my poor Necronomicon!"

"Hylum, Hylum. Don't tell me you're still trying to find a book that doesn't exist in
this dimension! Confound it, you young fool!" Clark said.
"No, not that -- I mean my dog Necro," Hylum spoke, "He's over that ledge in that
water down there."
"A dog, you say, named Necronomicon, unlucky name I'd venture to say, as that
pond is filled with omnivorous Lurkers. I expect your Necro is eaten by now," Clark
sadly observed.
Hylum ran back up the block pile and leaped off the ledge, his quantar drawn.
Clark silently recited an ancient chant of levitation he'd heard once in the Lair of
the White Worm as he drifted upwards to follow Hylum.
Lucky for Necronomicon, the slime of a Shoggoth is a most vile taste to Lurkers
and his dog paddling to the pool's edge was fairly uncomplicated. He rested there
only partially burned by Shoggoth slime and suffering from the fresh memory of
tasting Shoggoth brain. Now he had another problem. There was Hylum up there
now, falling into the pond of angered Lurkers and some weird guy dressed in black
floating in the air with him. Stupid men, all stupid men. They could get themselves
out of that jam, he was too tired to lift even his short little tail.
Clark Ashton Jones quickly summed up the situation, seeing the dog onshore and
out of danger, he concentrated his mental powers on Hylum. The last time he
encountered the rites of Tsathoggua he had overheard a litany of death-dealing
upon the sacrificial victims. He had memorized the phrases and tried to mouth
them again.
"Tsathoggua, ia nict fthagn, nict Lurker, K'n-yan! Yoth! N'kai! Nict Lurker, yn
totah!" Clark shouted from on high, his levitation slightly waning as the winds of
Tsathoggua rushed past him. The waters boiled with thrashing Lurkers as Hylum
splashed down beneath the pool's surface. Hylum had been blasting them with full
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kill quanta as he hit the water. The Tsathogguaen whirlwinds of death avoided
Hylum but fully harvested every Lurker in the pool. Hylum wearily headed for
shore, his goggles full of water. He was greeted by Necronomicon's nasty breath as
Clark Jones, the mad wizard, came closer, walking across the water. Lurker
flotsam and widespread Tsathoggua's carnage provided Clark a walkway across the
pool. Clark pondered the irony of the pool's name, Dead Fathoms.
"So Hylum, what brings you here?" Clark asked.
They had retired to Jones' house and were drying themselves in front of a huge
fireplace. Jones had poured them his best California wine from his vineyards about
two miles above them on the surface.
"Oh things, just different things," Hylum answered while Necronomicon began
snoring and drooling.
"Hylum, you are a bad liar and a worse writer," Clark said.
"That's not fair, Clark. Remember when you were younger and begging for some
editor to print your stuff?"
"Sure, but at least my work had depth and beautiful descriptive passages. Your
work is too tongue-in-cheek and faddish, mixing too many genres, and outlandish
as well," Clark said.
"Hey, Clark. Who built this weird looking fireplace?" Hylum asked, trying to change
the subject.
"Oh, that's the stone work of some fellow named Kadath Azathoth."
"Ha, hah."
"Really, no joke."
"Okay, Clark, okay," Hylum got back to the first question.
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He got up from the fireplace and walked past Clark to the bay window of lavender
panes to look out over the dark City Jones Made. He noticed a trail of torches
heading towards the Gate of Hypnos.
"We have company," Hylum said.
"Go on, Hylum, go on. I know about those Yog-Sothoth underlings and ghouls out
there," Clark muttered, fumbling with an olde Algernon Blackwood manuscript, "I
have a nasty surprise for them as soon as they arrive."
"Yeah, I figured as much," Hylum went on, "but listen, I brought the Silver Key
here."
"You did what?"
Hylum hesitated. Clark had slammed his chair around to face Hylum, eyes glaring.
"I did, I found it in olde Uncle Amorship's house last time I was there. I have these
too," Hylum said as he pulled the Elder Sign stones out of his vest pocket.
Clark closed his eyes and spun back to his desk and began to rummage through
some texts covered in bat guano and insect husks.
"Hylum, I wondered how you got past the Door to the Underworlds and how you
survived its Guardians," Clark spoke, "and now it is all too terribly clear -- we may
die very soon if the Shoggoths ever find that key and return it to the Elder Things
at the Mountains of Madness!"
"Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh, what?" Clark demanded.
"I left the key at the Gate of Hypnos."
PART 2
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When Clark first realized this vastly horrid danger of the Silver Key being obtained
by Shoggoths his mind raced back many decades to his first meeting with Lord G.
O. Amorship -- and the hobbled servant Prasanna . . .
"Clark, you know, your stories are wonderfully written, full to the brim with such
luridly lavender prose, adjectives, metaphor, simile, extra-dimensional whimsy,
and perversities extreme. Yet --" Gerald Amorship said.
"Yet what, Gerald? Do they lack your simplistic and repetitive descriptions? You go
on so and say the same thing again and again as if to put the reader in some
mesmerized state," Clark said.
"Clark, my stories sell yet you still await the first offer this year. As I was saying,"
Gerald continued, "Your stories lack historical veracity and ancient connections to
the hidden mysteries."
"And I suppose all these bizarre gods you write of exist?" Clark asked, smiling
widely.
"Follow me, Clark, this way," Lord Amorship spoke as he stopped in his study,
turning towards a painting of Nyarlathotep, the Dark One, recently mailed to his
house by an unknown admirer.
"Nice oils, good use of shadow, very realistic eyes," Clark observed, speaking
authoritatively, "yet it lacks any sense of your stories' aura of evil. It is just a
painting."
Lord Amorship called, "Prasanna! Come here, bring my reading glass." A hobbled,
Indo-Pakistani man came into the room with a magnifying glass. He lifted it up to
the tall and gaunt Lord Amorship.
"No, no, no -- Prasanna, take it over to the painting there," Lord Amorship said.
Prasanna's eyes filled with fear. He hesitated but obeyed.
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"What is this folly, Gerald?" Clark asked.

"Patience, Clark, just wait and watch carefully," Amorship began, "As Prasanna
nears the painting, watch the eyes of Nyarlathotep."
Prasanna moved close to the painting, holding the glass. His hand was shaking as
he cowered before this evil image.
"Now slowly, place the glass near the face in the painting and look closely,
Prasanna. You will see a strange thing," Gerald urged and commanded.
As Prasanna did so, Clark saw the eyes of Nyarlathotep glowing, just slightly. Was
it the effect of a play of light via the glass and optics? He wondered. Then there
was a bright flash of greenish light, the gas lamps extinguished by a sudden wind in
the study and then came a muffled scream.
"Gerald! What's -- where -- ouch!" Clark cried, stumbling over something in the
floor. It felt like he was on top of someone.
Light slowly filled the room as Lord Amorship as relit the lamps. Clark found
himself atop Prasanna. He rolled the very quiet and still servant over to check him
for an injury -- or worse. It was worse.
"Oh my, G -- Gerald look at his face!" Clark screamed.
Lord Amorship was busy staring at the painting of Nyarlathotep in deep
concentration. A certain change was evident.
Clark gasped. He looked around Lord Amorship's side at the painting and saw the
face of Prasanna, contorted in agony, on Nyarlathotep! And in turning back to the
lifeless body of Prasanna, there was the grinning grimace of Nyarlathotep's visage!
A ghastly reversal had taken place. As Clark stared on, looking alternately from
painted canvas to warm corpse, Prasanna's face swiftly returned but horribly
blackened and withered. Nyarlathotep's face seemed renewed, somewhat different
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as if the painting had been freshly repainted with a luminous undercoat.

"Amazing, I did not think that would happen," Amorship said, "I had only wanted to
recreate my initial experience in seeing the painting's eyes aglow when the glass
was close enough. I regret poor Prasanna's dreadful demise. Very odd, indeed."
"Gerald, you are so much the cold-hearted and callous ghoul," Clark spoke, "Here
lies a dead man and you go on as if it was merely a minor accident."
"Clark, that was no accident for Nyarlathotep could have taken my life as well but
Fate has judged the foreigner with death. It was no accident, believe me.
Prasanna was marked for this death, I presume, long ago, perhaps as payment for
a distant relative's dealings with the Old Ones," Amorship said as he left the room.
Clark sat down, emptied of words, and looked out on the waning moon rising over
Providence, feeling defiled by this encounter with an ancient evil. He feared
Amorship was too deeply tainted by its presence in the house. The tomes, the
rocks, the statuaries, the writings and etchings all around him seemed to loom
heavy on his psyche. When he looked back to gaze at Prasanna's body, it had
vanished. Only an awful smell filled the room, one of mephitic vapors and charnel
house odors. Lord Amorship's study seemed merely the abattoir of Nyarlathotep.
He would never forget this night. Lord Amorship's archdemons were real, terribly
real, even their very images held powers of darkness.
Meanwhile back in reality . . .
"Clark, Necronomicon and I will fetch the key and bring it to you," Hylum said.
Clark Ashton Jones, man of inactive action, closed his eyes, the lavender-paned
windows behind him opened and a baby Night- gaunt flew in, landing on his
shoulder. Its faceless gaze studied Necronomicon.
"Clark, don't move," Hylum whispered, pulling out his quantar.
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"No!" Clark boomed, the quantar flew out of Hylum's hand, flung against the wall,
"This is little Ebon, my pet. I summoned it. It will fetch the Silver Key for us."
Necronomicon growled and barked at Ebon. The Night-gaunt emitted a piercing
shrieking and ululation form its mouthless throat, that shattered the glass section
in Jones' bone-stemmed wine goblet.
"That will be enough of that!" Clark spoke, "Go now, Ebon, and get the Silver Key
in the courtyard of Hypnos gate." The black- winged horror turned flew out the
window as it swung closed. It appeared to Hylum that Ebon tripled in wingspan
once outside.
"That thing you call a pet just grew three times larger after it flew off," Hylum
said, "Please clue me in or else I am going nuts."
"Night-gaunts can do that during sort of thing while young," Clark went on, "as a
self-preservation type thing. Otherwise, their older and mature siblings might try
and swallow them."
"That thing had no mouth. How --"
"The stomach is housed in a pouch or flap in the chest just under the main flight
muscles. They suddenly extrude it up to 10 feet, swallow food and it then snaps
back inside for digestion, which takes about five minutes. They live hungry," Clark
answered.
"What is so special about this Silver Key that was supposedly delivered to Uncle
Amorship via some 'pigeon from hell' anyway, other than getting me into the
Underworlds to see where you live? Why do the Elder Things want it? And just how
do the Shoggoths plan on getting from the caverns under California to the
Mountains of Madness? We're talking a major distance there!" Hylum said.
"Hylum, you are dangerous with your brash ignorance and determination to get
yourself killed. Every time we get together, it's due to some wild idea or bad plan
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that nearly destroys you. All because you want to understand your Uncle
Amorship," Clark said, "It will take me hours to properly explain the Elder Things,
Shoggoth travel, and Randy Carter's Silver Key come home again. We haven't the
time. Once we get the key and take care of the Guardians outside my City of
isolation, then we will discuss the fine points of the Old Ones and such fearful
things."
"Fine," Hylum said, petting Necronomicon, "I am just trying to figure out why Uncle
Amorship's grave was defiled and his body removed. You know that. Someone
needs to figure that out. No one else in the family seems to care."
Clark answered, "Besides your brother and your parents, there is no Amorship
family. They all suffered very odd ways to die. Your sister's death in that mining
warehouse with you and --"
"Stop it, Clark, just shut up! I remember that night and I know what you think.
There was nothing I could do. It was an accident, just a freak kinda thing," Hylum
said, turning away to hold back tears.
"I am sorry, Hylum, forgive me," Clark spoke, "I know you did all you could to help
her but the rope was too short and the shaft was over a mile deep. I am sure she
died instantly."
At that moment the windows flew open and the Night-gaunt perched on Jones'
desk, Sliver Key in taloned claw. There arose the smell of burning bones, a jack
hammer or huge drilling noises filled the air. A few screams here and there
indicated the obsidian- edges were serving to rip Guardian flesh as they attempted
to scale the Gate of Hypnos. The underlings of the Old Ones were a determined lot
but not always the most deft with using their minds. Many behaved subhuman,
bestial and one-track minded.
"Come on Hylum, let's go get into trouble down in the courtyard. We have guests
trying to crash this party," Clark said as he walked out of the room and headed
down the stairs to the "War Room". The Night-gaunt hopped behind him as
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Necronomicon and Hylum followed from a polite distance.

In his many travels around the world and even in other worlds in other dimensions
and between time and space itself -- Clark Ashton Jones had collected an ominous
collection of "weapons". Not all were intended nor designed as weapons but had
served that selfsame purpose to save Jones' and others' lives in a pinch.
"What in heaven's name is that?" Hylum asked, pointing at a black tube covered
with helical spirals of teeth, "Are those teeth?"
"Ah, the Phobosian Auto-Masticator a.k.a. PAMor, what a nasty thing that is!" Clark
spoke as he walked past it, reaching to open a huge cabinet of steel.
"And what does a Phobosian Auto-whatever do?" Hylum asked.
"You aim it at your enemy, activate it, and he or she or they -- whatever -- begins
to devour itself. If it is an army or group of attackers, they commence a
cannibalistic feeding frenzy," Clark replied, swinging open the deep-drawered
storage unit.
"Gross! And I suppose you used it once," Hylum continued.
"Yes, in fact I did use it once," Clark said, pulling out two topaz and opalescent
rings, "On Deimos, officer Dexter Wardly, had been devoured in mere seconds by a
3-story tall, pond scum, hyrda- rotifer -- such a waste. Anyway, I quickly activated
the PAMor we grabbed after our last warp-walk to Phobos. I took aim and watched
the effects with horror. Hydra-rotifers from hundreds of yards offshore began to
swallow and chew each other until the whole beach was littered with protoplasmic
devastation and wriggling ruin. Egads, the smell was enough to erode your sanity!"
"And these beautiful rings?" Hylum asked
"These are crystallized Sun Dogs," Clark answered, "Once placed on either side of
an area, with the proper optics stimuli on one ring, a positive feedback resonance
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from ring to ring, or from Dog to Dog, is set up. In a few seconds, actually 1.38
seconds, a spherical zone of light and heat is created. With the right optics
tinkering, the zone becomes a miniature star or a sun. Now that's hot!"
"You can't be serious! Using those would cause enough light and heat to kill us all
and destroy this whole City!"
"Hylum, calm down," Clark said, polishing the rings, "I know how to use them. The
real beauty of these is twofold. First, the zone these rings create, directs the heat
and light back into itself, and secondly, once those unlucky to be inside the zone
are crispy critters, I adjust the mini-star intensity and usually generate a negative
supernova, or a black hole! Excellent effect, I'd say."
"Oh good, that's wonderful and we all join the enemy, sucked into nowheresville!"
Hylum said.
"No. The Sun Dog rings keep the event horizon spinning within a zone within the
zone -- it's hard to explain -- and auto-shut down at the first sign of a threat of
instability," Clark added.
"So where does the black hole or inverted supernova go?"
"Good question. These didn't come with a manual. I got them from the Imperium
Chrono-Enforcement archives in a world-line now too far diverged from ours many
sets of eons ago. They had them set up for lighting the mess hall of their barracks.
I simply borrowed them to melt though a wall and get back to my own world-line
before another Imperium designated Time- Displacement," Clark rambled.
"Clark, sometimes I think you are either the world's greatest liar or one day all
hell's gonna break loose and come down on your head, if all you say is true," Hylum
said and laughed.
"Right you are on those assumptions and aspersions," Clark said as he handed a Sun
Dog to Hylum, "Time to play, time to play."
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Ebon flew out over the courtyard at the Gate of Hypnos, circling and shrieking at
the drilling noises beyond the doors. Necronomicon sniffed at the cyclopean doors
and briefly marked his new territory. Hylum and Clark positioned the Sun Dogs on
either side of the grand courtyard of cobblestones. A few torches came flying over
the walls of bone and stone. Impressive arms these Guardians have, thought
Hylum.
Clark pointed a small laser pointer at the Sun Dog nearest him. Hylum whistled for
Necronomicon to get away from the freshly dampened doors. Ebon perched a safe
watching distance away. The hooded spectre of mushroom hands, the gate keeper,
drifted up from the courtyard. It moved slowly toward the Gate of Hypnos. It
turned briefly awaiting Clark's signal. Clark nodded and turned on his small laser
pointer. The Sun Dogs both began to grow luminous and a small globe of light grew
in the courtyard. The gate keeper pressed a small bone near the Gate of Hypnos
and it ponderously swung inward to the courtyard. The spectre faded into the
wall.
The Guardians of the Underworlds' entry and the underlings of Yog-Sothoth rushed
in like a blackened mud slide of arms and legs, tentacles and claw. Hylum
needlessly drew his quantar and aimed into the kill zone of the Sun Dogs. The
mini-star engulfed and gorged itself with the Guardians and Yog-Sothoth's servants.
The few survivors that hesitated outside the Gate of Hypnos and lived, after Clark
shut down the rings of light and death, were properly shredded and diced by Ebon
and Necronomicon. Once the screams, crunching of bones, ripping sounds, and
abominable gurglings of exsanguination ceased, Clark retrieved the Sun Dogs and
investigated scorch marks on the cobble stones.
"Hmm, turned up the laser a bit too high or positioned the rings too low. It's a pity
about these marred stones. I had them imported all the way from Yoth by
Night-gaunt ferry service. Fladnag, the gate keeper, will berate me for months
about having to clean up this mess," Clark said.
Clark hesitated, then spun around quickly.
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"Hylum, run now, and look for cover outside the Gate! Get Necro away from his
snacking and be as quiet as possible. I will join you there soon. I smell something,
a stench wafting from the center of the columned halls of impossible angles," Clark
said.
"Shoggoths?"
"No, something's coming this way -- an evil far worse than a stupid herd of
Shoggoths," Clark spoke and then ran back to his house. There was need to visit
the "War Room" and safely hide the Silver Key of Randolph Carter."
Hylum, Necronomicon, and Ebon crouched under a hollowed- out stalagmite.
There was just enough room for Clark if he made it. Between Necronomicon's
after-dinner breath and the Night-gaunt's scent, it seemed Hylum was either going
to pass out or vomit. Being terrified didn't help. The quantar was sweat-slick in his
trembling hands.
"Shhh, Necro, easy boy. We're gonna be safe here from --" Hylum whispered.
Necronomicon, "We haven't been safe since we barricaded ourselves in that
basement of that olde manse in the mountains. You drag me all the way from
Providence with stones, a key, and a map to this Californian hallway to hell and --"
"Shhh, Necro, I see shadows stretching out of the Gate of Hypnos."
Necronomicon, "And I smell something awful powerfully wretched."
The Night-gaunt began rustling its leathery wings and twitching nervously. It
sensed danger and its master was nowhere to be seen.
Clark Ashton Jones' screams echoed across the infinitely dark and cold gulfs of
space, filling the maddening dimensions outside of time, battering the hidden
vaults of the Underworlds, and tearing into the heart of one Hylum Sendak.
Silence, waiting, dread . . . eternity filled the moment.
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PART 3
Clark Ashton Jones had feared the worst upon leaving Hylum and cohorts to flee
and hide beyond the city gate. The foul odor and shimmering, gong-like sounds
pouring from beyond the impossibly- angled great expanse of glyphed columns was
an omen of doom and judgment.
He raced towards his house to hide the Silver Key in the Leng- fashioned crypt
clock of maddening rhythms. Some held that through this very portal, Carter's Key
had returned to earth. Lord Amorship had acquired the oddly threatening
timepiece after a shopping trip to Arkham Antiques. Amorship had willed it to
Jones, among many other curious items. Jones was nearing his home, not only
worried about the Silver Key, but what weapon should be used of his "War Room"
collection. Should it be the Fire Orbs of Azathoth, the Death Horns of Nodens, or
perhaps the Annihilation Chants of the Pnakotic Codex? Choices, choices, hmm . . .
Decision time was drawing to a close as Jones watched the maze of hexagonal
columns pushed outward, as a shrouded form of light and unimaginable immensity
twisted space and time, pushing it aside as so much jelly, was appearing to his
right. He would not make it to his house. Instead he chanted a spell of invisibility
and slipped backwards against the tumbled blocks bearing traces of Shoggoth
brains and fluids noisome.
Before Jones there arose the "Guardian Guide of the Ultimate Gate, 'UMR
AT-TAWIL"! Jones' screams of shock and fear echoed into the limitless expanses of
worlds beyond worlds as the Great Guardian and Guide held all portals open,
awaiting the expected return of Randolph Carter. Jones' meager humanity was
assailed and ignored by 'UMR AT-TAWIL, Clark Ashton Jones but a soul- box, a
firefly drifting above the combined surfaces of the sum total of all the star
energies of all Time. 'UMR AT-TAWIL turned towards Jones' house, raising a strange
appendage aneath the cloak of light and robe of endlessly deep cosmic blackness.
Jones' house became as glass, transparent, revealing the Silver Key and many of
Lord Amorship's gifts to Jones. 'UMR AT-TAWIL summoned the key and the
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Leng-born clock. The Sliver Key hovered above the insanely clicking timepiece, the
Key turning strangely as an ancient flow of forgotten words were whispered as
thunder by 'UMR AT- TAWIL.
Squirming and dying at the feet of 'UMR AT-TAWIL were a mass of Shoggoths and
Dholes of long-dead Yaddith. Therefore, the stench of inhuman and otherworldly
deaths did congregate and swell. Shoggoths sent by The Elder Things from the
Northern Wastelands of undiscovered realms had come spilling forth of hidden
caverns. In their haste to secure the Silver Key they so encountered and failed to
overcome 'UMR AT-TAWIL. Dholes sucked from the eons dead Yaddith also fell
hapless victims before the Ultimate Gateway's entrance. 'UMR AT-TAWIL had heard
the pleas of Grand Dreamer of Worlds the Gods loved, Randolph Carter.
Carter, marooned on Yaddith had struggled with the wizard Zkauba, his alternate
self, to return to New England. Zkauba's home, a dead place, overrun with Dholes
was a prison to Carter's submerged soul, trapped in the insectoid and unholy body
of Zkauba. Carter watched from deep inside the mind of Zkauba with dread. The
wizard succeeded in sending the Silver Key away, back to Earth, near Arkham, by
manipulating it via the hands of a Yaddithian mind-slave-fungus. Zkauba had
tricked Carter into dreaming a time-window. Through this sorcery, the secret
chants of Silver Key transport so learned, thus allowed Zkauba to activate it.
The Yaddithian, fungoid, puppet creature and Silver Key arrived in Arkham. They
both appeared successfully, yet trapped inside one Leng-crafted curio, an odd
clock. The Yaddithian fungus serf died and wasted away into dust and mold. The
smell of the clock brought its price down greatly and a certain Lord Amorship
thought it quite the bargain. He decided to clean it and . . . thus discovered the
Silver Key.
And now Jones saw the circle closing in on itself of Carter's Silver Key, its saga
nearing a complete revolution of perfection. 'UMR AT-TAWIL's respect for Carter
engendered an unheard of rescue across Time and Space and places beyond the
Illusion of Matter. Energies that existed before all memories of even 'UMR
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AT-TAWIL brought Carter home again. Zkauba slumped down in defeat on far lost
Yaddith, his only companions, ravenous and relentless Dholes.
The eternal soul and reformed body of Randolph Carter stepped forth from the
Leng-clock. The Silver Key floated into his outstretched hands. He grasped it and
turned toward 'UMR AT- TAWIL. Carter slightly bowed his head and 'UMR AT-TAWIL
silently did wave a scepter of power, acknowledging Carter. Then 'UMR AT-TAWIL,
Shoggoths, and Dholes retreated as they came, pushing aside the columns of
inversely-angled madness and vanished. 'UMR AT-TAWIL stood again somewhere
near the Ultimate Gate -- the Dholes and Shoggoths cast into the depths of
Azathoth's mad fires and thermonuclear belchings.
Randolph Carter looked about himself and regarded the City that Jones Made.
Clark Ashton Jones had passed out, still invisible. Carter decided that this was not
his lovely New England but some bizarre Underworld place that sorely depressed
him. He manipulated the Silver Key in an unseen lock between dimensions quite
properly, no improper and superficial use such as opening stone doors as Hylum
had done. No, no -- this Key opened much more. Carter intoned the cryptic
utterance and vanished.
Hylum, Ebon, and Necronomicon arrived just as Carter faded away. They marveled
at the sight and choked on the aroma of Shoggoth and Dhole.
"Wait! Wait! That's my key! Wait!" yelled Hylum, coughing and sputtering.
Clark Ashton Jones, awakened by Hylum and the thunderclap of Carter's transport,
stood visible again, speaking, "Well, Hylum, that was the long-lost Randolph
Carter, headed back to a very different New England."
"He took the key! How do I get back home? How will I ever find out what happened
to the remains of Uncle Amorship? And just what happened here while we were
hiding?" Hylum asked.
Clark answered, "Let's head back to my study for a bit of Ultharian wine I've been
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saving for a moment such as this! All your questions will be answered soon, young
Hylum."
They walked back to Jones' house, slowly it was losing its translucent cast. Clark
was awed to have been one of the very few mortals to have seen 'UMR AT-TAWIL
and still be alive. His hair was a bit bleached with 'UMR AT-TAWIL's piercing nimbus
of fire and his eyes had the smallest gleam of the Infinite within them. He and
Hylum would spend many hours discussing what had transpired and how Hylum
might locate Carter in Arkham.
The Gate of Hypnos closed behind the silent Fladnag, he swept up the ashes of the
intruders and swore under his breath over the marred cobblestones. He had just
cleaned them with ghast earwax- acid a mere 23 years ago. The courtyard was
quiet again. Jones and his guests would be asleep soon. Fladnag would stand guard
as he had done, protecting the City and Jones, for yet another night.
'UMR AT-TAWIL stood before the Ultimate Gate again, remembering the joy of
Carter's passing that way long ago. He watched as Nyarlathotep also passed.
What awaited Nyarlathotep in Arkham? A message was to be given . . .
"Evil and good shall walk the paths of Time side by side -- yet they walk alone. We
serve very different lords, gods, and kings. Our lives are crossroads and
battlegrounds. We answer to light and whisper darkness. We are pawns as we
surrender. We are warrior- priests if we resist. We die and so live or we live as
dead men in an illusion of life."
Lord Amorship's bones waited. A ghoul whimpered nearby.
PART 4
Hylum's Interface Goggles were shot, the databank inaccessible, and the nite-sight
flickering badly. Between his leap into the Dead Fathoms with Lurker spit
corrosively fouling the lens and unshielded power surges from 'UMR AT-TAWIL's
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visit, it was remarkable to see any levels of operation. He pitched them to Clark.
"Add these to your 'War Room' if you want," Hylum said, "There's a great Mythos
database link in there, if you can fix them."
"Thanks, I do have the time down here to diddle with it," Clark answered, "Now
about your getting out of here . . ."
"The sooner, the better," Hylum spoke, unsuccessfully rubbing Necronomicon's
slobber and Ebon's scent off his clothes.
"Ebon, go bring the flock of your lineage, from The Abyss," Clark said, "And make
haste, as our guests need to travel far and quickly."
"Wait a minute. I am not gaunt riding all the way to New England! You know how
many miles that will be? Tell that pet of yours that --"
"Hylum, still your tongue, for a minute. Listen to me," Clark said.
"Okay, go ahead, oh sage of the Underworlds."
Clark spoke, "Ebon will return with about 25 Night-gaunts, relatives of adult size.
You and Necronomicon will be carried safely, safer in fact, than any other way I
might send you. I'd rather not work a spell of transport as the last time I tried
that, I ended up in mid-air over a Venusian volcano instead of the frozen ammonia
lakes of the Yuggothian tundra! Remember, you have no lights, a mere hand-gun of
limited power, and you simply cannot walk there. You would get very hungry
trekking that distance. Old ghoul Pickman was the last human to attempt any
long-distance travel down here. And you know what has happened to him.
Night-gaunt shuttle is the best. They will avoid all the lairs of danger and fight to
the death to keep you safe."
"That reminds me, Clark, and how do you survive down here?"
"As a by-product of passing once near the red-litten temples of onyx, deep below
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us, I stumbled upon a parchment that simply described certain means of accessing
the potential energies of inert matter for life extension, sustenance, and
well-being. I only eat as I see the need to break the boredom. Fladnag brings me
foodstuffs from some secret garden of his where sunlight filters in near the
surface. The very air and rocks feed me. I am one with the Underworld. It is me
and I am it. I have even figured out a way to have the stones and the atmosphere
of my City to yield luminance as I choose. You never once asked where the twilight
glow of psuedo-dusk was coming from. There is no sun nor torch here. It is the first
light of the Creation that fills this place. Oh how wonderful this all is to me! I have
no desire to leave here. I have so many stories to write and books to finish, so
many to locate and decipher from ancient places of the Underworlds. My Ebon
carries a few of my tales, now and then, to a cave in western North Carolina. An
associate there, a certain Mr. Patterson, an unknown author of fantastic tales,
who enjoys my flamboyant flair of wordsmithery, enjoys them he tells me. I hope
to meet him somewhere -- out there, in the Infinite Beyond."
As Hylum was beginning to speak, a great shadow arose on the street. He looked
up, only with the time enough to see blackness descend swiftly. He heard
Necronomicon barking furiously off to the left. Below him, the City Jones Made
shrank to a point of light. Clark Ashton Jones was waving good-bye as the flock of
Night- gaunts carried him into the darkened depths of earth's forgotten worlds and
abodes of evil. Hylum's breathing finally started again, the winds of wings and
movement through space chilled him. Necronomicon had quit barking and
whimpered instead. Without his Interface Goggles he was without anyway to know
what poor "Necro" was thinking or trying to communicate. He'd forgotten about
that little detail when donating the goggles to Jones' collection of odd gadgets.
A few thousand miles ahead of them, Randolph Carter rummaged around Brown
University's Lovecraft collection. There was one short phrase concerning ghouls
and graveyards that he was trying to find. Unknown to either Hylum Sendak or
Carter, each was seeking to unravel the mystery of the violated Lord Amorship
grave.
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It seems old Amorship had bought some very dangerous items from the late H. P.
Lovecraft's estate. Remodelers had discovered a huge candle, a very oddly carved
statue of meteoric nickel, and a painting of Nyarlathotep all hidden behind a false
wall in the rear of Lovecraft's library. Amorship had purchased them at an auction
for an outlandish sum. He always stated in newspaper articles that these items'
worth was beyond the mere baubles of Man's gold or dollars, being but stone and
inked paper. These things of Lovecraft's, yet now his, were
priceless. They were doorways to all the wealth of all Times and all Universes.
Amorship was soon to be become a very wealthy man and became a "Lord" as
before his untimely death. The "curse" of Lord Amorship had reached out to all of
his family and relatives. Only a Hylum Sendak remained alive but his recent
whereabouts was unavailable. Lord Amorship's estate was passed down to young
Hylum. All the inheritance, house, estate, holdings, and art treasures were sold by
Hylum. All were sold except for an odd candle, a ghastly statue of dark stone, and
a painting of some "god". Mr. Sendak had moved these to storage somewhere in
Providence.
Carter was here to find Sendak -- and he needed to find those three items of Lord
Amorship's legacy. One thing of Innsmouth wax, a graven image of Cthulhu, and
Nyarlathotep's favorite painting of himself by Pickman, painted with the blood of
ghast, ghoul, and gaunt, needed to be found, and soon.
Nyarlathotep was coming for them -- and with them he meant to rob Carter of the
Silver Key. Where was this Sendak lad? Carter left the library with few leads. This
New England of the 21st-century was so noisy, so crowded, so deadly, and so
doomed. He walked to the graveyard. It was 9:13 pm.
PART 5
Night-gaunt flight is a harrowing experience even for the stout- hearted. Dodging
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unseen attackers, swooping around curves of endless twistings, dips, rises,

acceleration, gliding, and the sense of being ready to fall thousands of feet at any
moment easily terrify a first-flyer. Hylum had to think on other things to avoid
panic.
Oops, what was this on his wrist? The wrist module -- he'd accidentally taken it
with him. Actually, these blamed leather- winged, hell-bats had grabbed him
before he'd finished with Clark. Hylum remembered the locate function for his
Interface Goggles and fingered the "Clapper" Code on his wrist module. The Nightgaunt holding him tightly but without bruising, continued its mad flight through
the darkness of the Underworlds and would soon reach the Howard Arch. The
signal from Hylum reached Clark Ashton Jones' house just as he was trying on
Hylum's multi- purpose goggles for size.
"That no-brain Hylum didn't give me his wrist module for this contraption. Splendid
-- broken and unable to be activated even if I manage to --" Clark began. The
goggles began beeping and Clark barely picked up an audible voice accompanied
by hard-to-read text in the lens.
"Clark, Hylum here. Sorry about my having the wrist module with me -- I know, I'm
a no-brain as you say. Listen, if you are reading this, Necro and I are okay though I
will never travel with this company again. The stewardesses are all ugly, no
snacks, and no movies. I hope at least we arrive on time. Whoa! Hey, I see
something up ahead. It's a huge arch of red-glowing, no -- wait, now it's an
orange-lit arch. Never mind, I think the gaunts are heading right for it, like into it,
or under it. I don't like this one bit. We're almost there, almost there, about to go
under it, light is really weird looking now, seems like a mirror effect, see myself
and the gaunts in the reflection, heading right at myself, uh, uh, wait, I see a
strange --" Hylum's audio transmission and word trace was cut short.
Clark realized they had finally reached and gone into the Howard Arch and were
interdimensionally traveling, saving about 2 days travel en route to New England.
Only the Night-gaunts knew the way in between the Howard Arch here and the
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Bermuda- Atlantean Vortex. Once the Night-gaunts appeared over the ocean,
they'd turn northward and be in New England in a few hours. He figured they'd
assume a silvered, discoid apparition to hide their true identity from onlookers.
The UFO poise had always stirred interest when gaunts moved about the skies of
upper Earth but provided a adequate diversion from their secret Underworlds'
existence. A few gaunts had been killed flying around like this and a few humans
as well but such is fate. To his knowledge only a few gaunts ever dropped their
flying saucer guise. They caused the giant "Thunderbird" and extant dinosaur
sightings a few times. In fact, a Night-gaunt or two have even snatched up a few
humans to play with but usually returned them safely.
Clark took off the goggles and returned to reading Blackwood's "The Willows" and
remembered just how very scared he and Algernon's young friend were when the
real version of that tale happened many years ago. The Old Ones were not easy to
forget when they came so close yet just on the other side of our thin- walled
reality. He'd settle down to some Arthur Machen later that evening and sample
more of his Ultharian wine. And tomorrow, maybe he'd write of 'UMR AT-TAWIL or
the adventures of Fladnag in the building of Stonehenge. He wondered if Hylum
had passed out. Interdimensionality is beyond most minds' abilities to cope with
and few arrived conscious upon re-entering a dimensional matrix. Ah, yes! That's
it, an inspiration! I shall write a tale called the Nexus of Vortices and deliver it to
my North Carolinian friend.
At that moment, Ebon returned, flying into Clark's study and stopping to sit on the
edge of his desk.
"Ah, Ebon, hungry I bet. I am glad to see you! Good little gaunt you are -- here's a
bit of cave fish entrails for you. There you are," Clark threw the fish guts out into
the middle of the room. Ebon's stomach pouch snapped out, snatching the treats
before they hit the floor. Ebon whisked back his full belly into the chest cavity
with a smacking and wet sound. Clark threw out a handful of more fish snack. Ebon
ate that too.
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"Amazing, Ebon, just fascinating how you eat!"

Halfway into some Machen tome, Clark dozed off that night. Ultharian wine had
that effect and his dreams were usually pleasant but not on this night. The Old
Ones, the deep and the undead, the imprisoned Ctlhulhu, and dark messengers
traveled the paths of his dreams. He was nearing the enchanting Temple of Hypnos
overlooking the Lethean springs when he realized corruption was evolving around
his cherished loci. Fladnag's voice was distantly calling outside and into his dream,
warning him of an evil presence in the this noir palace. Still, he slumbered,
dreaming on, held under by the stupefying essence of Ulthar. The Temple of
Hypnos faded from view, replaced with a nightmarish vista of withered trees,
broken obsidian shards, piled everywhere about him, walled in graveyards
besieged by ghouls, and a sickly light of two moons cast shadows of silently
swaying, tall, thin things that should not be. One of the deathly, towering alien
forms leaned close unfurling a scroll. Upon it verse was unfolding, written fresh
before his transfixed gaze.
Something reckoned dead stirred back to life a few yesterdays ago. It longs to
drink deep of Lethean waters, perchance to taste of the peaceful oblivion of
forgetting. Upon regaining its tottering sense of sanity, I am faced with its
delightfully painful manner. That is to say, I am smitten, well slain,
encompassed by charnel legions of an ominous maelstrom. Desire and denial
swiftly locked themselves in combat setting to flame my sleeping watchmen,
writhing pyres sinking into my breached mind's moat. Forbidden knowledge
looms ever present, the unattainable but a breath away. Tomes of secret
wonder piled in the corner of my soul are near toppling. They would bury me
alive as I tease forth another writ. Abominable hourglass marks me more
shadow than man! I loathe the weakness, the vacillation, and flagrant
hypocrisy! A house of cards, reason is bound and cast into this tempest. Why
do you refrain from my presence, my touch, my deathless gaze? I close my
eyes nightly, avenues of Isis' effigies stretch out before me. Dreaming finds
my voracious obsession awaiting the feasting on itself. It calls the moonlight,
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dappling rocks in the fen of my private wanderings. It whispers a name

gripping my voice in my waking moments before I barely know the new day's
dawning, It touches me again. I have no explanation for all these things
coming into being, forgotten corpses resurrected in a bondage of living. The
dead hold no understanding at their birthing. They find themselves not to be
players in the game but merely pawns. We are moved across the game board
of life arms flailing for caution, for some grip on events, a respite from
loneliness and longing. There is no hesitant moment, no conferring, and we
stand naked in the light. We arrive unprepared, unsuited to the task. Mercy, a
dried flower in a shadowbox, hope lies fallow by shunned houses. We cower,
resisting the urge, the inner tug to attempt another move as if one could
decide their life, their heart's course. We hold out, digging in, wishing for
time to erase this intensity wrenching the soul. Hours into days, into weeks,
into months, and quickly into years and our foolish hearts may turn to other
things--other things less futile. Will I be more wary of the dark pig-god Set
and his desire to mutilate me? I walk on past the acrid emptiness of burning
wastelands of confusion, one more distraction waits just ahead for the
endless games of sublimation. Still I know a part of me will always love purely
those ones who stand silently waiting in the cthonian places of subjugated
passion. Quietly beckoning me from behind gelid waterfalls of ancient
snowmelt upon the mountains of madness, they are lost in the mists of my
past.
The scroll faded away and the loomingly immense thing of charcoaled brittleness,
crumbled away into a pile of cinders and ash. Horrid -- so very depressing this all
was to Clark. He struggled to flee this deathscape and awaken. He could not.
Ghouls began to wander up the yellow-fogged path from the graveyard. One
eyeless, carrion-eater carried an armful of bones. Clark looked beyond the ghouls
to the graves, some freshly opened. He then looked at one older-faced ghoul that
followed far behind the others. Something in its eyes cried out for deliverance, for
mercy. It approached within a few feet of Clark and then turned away to follow
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the others sinking, surging into a mound of freshly disturbed soil. They walked
right into the ground like vile grubs and vanished as if into quicksand.
Clark suddenly awoke. Sweating profusely, he slipped out of bed to stumble
headlong into Fladnag standing there with a glass of water. Clark drank it own and
gasped for air, sitting back down again on his bed. Fladnag began to turn and
leave.
"Fladnag, thank you. I heard you calling me, trying free me from that horrific
dreamworld. I think I recognized one of the ghouls that wandered by me in that
place. He looked like, an old friend, like --"
Fladnag rarely ever spoke as his voice sounded of glaciers falling into distant
oceans or of a train's wheels grinding to a halt as they tore into a trapped car full
of screaming victims. But he chose to speak this time and his words gripped Clark
with speechless agony.
Without turning to face Clark, Fladnag cried a painful howling, "It was indeed a
friend. It was Gerald Ossian Amorship. I entered your dreams to bring you back
from that place in Arkham. You saw the mystery of Amorship's grave robbing.
Amorship's bones were taken and sucked dry of his soul. He is the prisoner of a
ghoul. Seek the ghoul that calls himself G'oa. Kill it and Amorship will be freed to
return to Sheol. Bury Amorship's bones in a secret grave or crypt. He ignorantly
brought this curse upon his own head. The Underworlds' laws are viciously rigid and
cruel. Even now G'oa feasts in the Arkham hills upon festering flesh and rotten
bones. Your friends Carter and Sendak will each arrive there in a few days. They
will bring with them items of power. They think these four things of other realms
will save Amorship but Nyarlathotep has deluded those that would help. The Dark
One plans on destroying them all and taking all these ancient things they will bring
to Arkham. With these vortices of power he will create a great Nexus of Vortices
around the sunken towers of Cthulhu's prison and slumbering place. You must go
and thwart this plan. I have seen its defeat in most worlds and have looked into a
few alternate worlds and seen its destructive success. A great curse of Cthulhu
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rising is nigh."
Clark stared speechless into the back of Fladnag as his silent servant drifted away.
What was he to do now?
PART 6
Randolph Carter sat down to read the old newspapers piled in the Arkham Barber
shop. Some things never change. Old plain text papers and chats with local barbers
were a wealth of data too easy to pass on. Carter read and asked many questions.
Chatting as his extremely long hair was cropped away, Carter learned many sad
and terrible things. His barber, that day, was a retired barber from Arkham
Industries Sanitarium. He had left there as it got too darn depressing working
among the patients. He tired of hearing of the same delusions and fears from
everyone being cared for there. It was dreadful work.
Hylum Sendak, he learned, had gone on an adventure across the country several
years ago. He had taken some awful gene-fixed dog, a cyclecar, and some funds.
He was still gone. Most folks in the region assumed he'd never return. This Hylum
Sendak he sought, had no way of knowing of his parents' fatal automobile accident
nor his brother's inexplicably unwholesome diappearance.
Dennis Farnsworth Sendak and Irene August Sendak were bringing their son,
Stephanus Leopold Sendak, back home from his ECT treatments at the Arkham
Industries Sanitarium, AIS. They had convinced the AIS administration that they
could control him adequately at home. They had hired a team of highly-trained
protectors and a staff of Med Corps.
Upon passing a certain grove of centuries-old trees, Stephanus had started
babbling, then screaming about the Great Whore of Babylon, of Shub-Niggurath, of
a many-breasted Astarte, some lewd tart-goddess of Ur, and then suddenly jumped
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out of the car. He rolled unhurt, out on the flexphalt, as a drunkard or drugged
soul would do, and regained his footing to run off into the blackening woods. His
screams were lost in the mists of an Arkham night.
His parents, each distracted by Stephanus' bewildering behavior, failed to keep
safely in their own lane and were hit head- on by a hog transtruck. The truck
driver was killed instantly, thrown through the plexi-shield of the antiquated
vehicle. His transtruck's safety features were not installed correctly. The Sendaks'
impact- foam saved them from an instant death. Unfortunately, the load of
panicked hogs and weight of the truck rolling onto their Lexus-Cad sedan served to
mortally crush and pin them inside until the auto- rescue sigs brought heli-med
hopper response. They were lifted to the nearest hospital but died a few hours
later. Irene Sendak's last statements did manage to augment the sedan's
data-recorder unit with precisly where her son had run off and thus explain the
mystery surrounding the crash. The Sendak insurance company paid the transtruck
company a hefty settlement via overnight EFT but it really mattered very little as
the Sendak family owned the company that they settled with. Only the insurance
team and the Sendak legal firm benefited in the end. But what did it matter
anyway? Sendak folk tended to die before enjoying the long-term aspects of
wealth.
AIS search teams and the Sendaks' hired team of protectors quickly responded to
the escape of Stephanus Sendak. He had had a history of randomly attacking
several innocent people, claiming they were servants of a "Ka-Thool-who". He
swore a "Shub-Nee- Goruth" was coming for him soon and would destroy even the
AIS complex to get him. Fears that Sendak might actually attempt to do something
drastic to AIS facilities had helped earn his release to his parents.
Now he was on the loose. With the Sendaks essentially dead and gone. The Sendak
lawyers had urged extreme force to capture Stephanus. He was the only remaining
heir to the Sendak monies as Hylum Sendak was nowhere to be found and assumed
dead. The Sendak lawyers had a great deal to profit from the handling of the
Sendak esatate as Dennis Sendak had agreed to give half to Miskatonic University
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and the remaining amount to his legal staff if named benefactors Irene, Hylum,
and Stephanus Sendak were not living.
As the AIS search and Sendak para-military teams arrived near the scene of the
Sendak accident and the woods where Stephanus was last seen, the search animals
began cowering and pulling themselves away. Once released on Sendak's trail,
most of the norm-gene dogs ran off. A few gene-mosaic'd, baboon-dog chimeras
kept on the trail but were soon lost far into the woods. All their GPS trak-beacon
sigs went strangely absent from the teams' monitors.
AIS search squad, point man, Yin Zhao, noted, "We lost 'boon- hounds 263 and 667
just 30 meters ahead. I don't get it. Those beacons penetrate a mile into the crust
and down to ocean mining runs. This is very odd to lose them completely."
Sendak Protector, Flynn McTyne, added, "Whatever happened to those beacons
might very well happen to us. I suggest we wait until morning light and maintain a
secure perimeter of 90 meters radius around this area. We can call for our own
reinforcements and armored units to be brought in. I have a bad feeling about this
anomaly."
Zhao said, "AIS does not establish a baby sitting camp, Officer McTyne. We either
find the patient or we let some real police force find them. My people know this
area and have tracked escapees before and successfully returned most."
"Suit yourself, 'Chairman' Zhao," McTyne said and spit on the ground near Zhao's
boot. He walked back towards the road.
Zhao turned to his team and waved them deeper into the gnarled wood and throny
darkness to the area where the baboon- dogs had been tracked last.
McTyne called out, "Guys, let's get back to our truck and set up an outpost and
plan tomorrow's rescue of Sendak along with Yin Zhao and his AIS search cowboys."
Zhao said, "McTyne, this will be noted and reported to the Sendak legal team. If
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Stephanus Sendak dies or causes any more trouble tonight, it will be on your
personal files and company service records."
McTyne laughed, "Yeah, go ahead. I've known of worse things happening than
death to folks wandering in these parts at night. Suits me to sit tight. Give us a
buzz if you see Stephanus or locate the 'boon-hounds."
Zhao and the AIS team never called anyone that night or ever again.
Stephanus Sendak was spotted early the following morning, walking -- dazed and
confused -- towards the Sendak protector team's outpost. McTyne was busy
reporting the absence of the AIS team, the chimeric critters, the trak-beacon
failures, and other odd lights and sounds overnight. He was about to call in more
men and equipment when he noticed Sendak.
"Sendak! Wait right there! You all right? We're the Sendak family police, here to
help you. Don't be afr --" McTyne said.
As he was speaking and motioning for his men to quietly surround Sendak,
ear-splitting screaming erupted from the mists in the woods. A 'boon-hound came
running out into the dawn light. It was not howling or barking but screaming.
Disgustingly so, Yin Zhao's face was somehow affixed to the headless animal's
blood- crusted chest. Human hands hung from the abdomen. Human bones
protruded like dorsal fins of a saurian demon's spine. Zhao's tongue lolled about
slinging bile and sputum. Another five meters and it would be on Sendak. It
leaped, and retracted baboon canines glistened in Zhao's mouth, far too many
canines came forth for Sendak shredding.
McTyne blasted the perversion into bloodsmoke and writhing plasma with an
exploding micro-filament grid salvo. Another barking monstrosity leaped onto the
roadside after the Zhao thing's destruction. It appeared semi-human and bipedal
but it was covered with baboon hair and the appendages were all wrong. Arms
dangled from the chest and hips. Feet and paw erupted from the neck and rows of
canine and human teeth filled mouths sprouting, folding, and rippling in enameled
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waves across the ventral torso. Eyes of unknown specie dangled limply or flailed
about serpentine on extended finger stalks and huge pulsating slabs of sinew and
flesh. Sendak stood pointing and laughing at the pitiful creature's stumbling gait.
McTyne also decimated that nightmare amalgam.
"Ah, you so deftly slay the children of Shub-Niggurath's couplings! Bravo rent-a-cop
savior. Damned you shall be if you dare remain here! The Great Mother will crush
your heads as ripened grapes and devour your remains! You may slaughter her
brood but ye cannot slay that which is Death undying! A thousand thousands of far
more twisted deformities await you if you tarry! Ye whilst be her new brood as She
dost spawn as a frenzied thing of old! Before the stars were brought into --"
Stephanus Sendak screeched, laughed, and danced into the arms of doom.
As McTyne stepped over the steamy tissue blotches and piles of blood and viscera
hellish, he watched in horror as a tentacle the size of a blue whale's girth uncoiling
snake-fast from the thick wood. He lifted his hand-cannon but couldn't pull the
trigger. He froze in unbelief. As Sendak danced and cackled on, the sinuous arm
wrapped around Sendak. It lifted him off his feet and swiftly coiled back up into
the tree tops, knocking some trees aside as it retreated. The ground rumbled as
McTyne began shooting blindly into where Sendak was taken. Stephanus' laughter
was cut short.
McTyne lost three men to the "something" in those Arkham woods that day and the
entire AIS team and search animals were declared missing. McTyne and those
surviving with him agreed to never speak of what they saw.
DNA samples of the carnage found along that Sendak encounter and accident scene
on AIS Way were analyzed but all the final reports were collected and kept
confidential property of the United States and Can-Provinces Defense Department.
It is rumored by some AIS leaks that the DNA was a mosaic of three known species
and also of a sequence from something wholly alien but of archaic or ancient
descent in some ways. Certain scientists before AIS quieted them thought the
mysterious DNA sequences were similar to a type of mold or fungus.
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Carter tipped the barber and stepped out, squinting into the noon sun. He slipped
his shades on and headed for the Sendak family estate and graveyard. He knew
somehow, that all the answers would either be found there or soon come and find
him. He also sensed Hylum Sendak was due for a long-awaited home- coming.
Hylum would be very unhappy to discover the Sendak/ Amorship Manse had been
sold and converted into a Bed and Breakfast Inn. The Sendak legal team had done
very well, very well indeed.
What goes around comes around.
Lord Amorship's bones still waited. A ghoul wandered off.
PART 7
Somewhere above the frothy green waters over the sunken cyclopean stones of
Bimini, 25 flying disks came into view of one nervous Juarez Acuna. He watched as
they approached him and the fishing hydroshuttle. He crossed himself over a
tattoo of the Virgin Mary, whispered a prayer to his favorite saint, and began firing
his Euro48 decimator, E48D, quantar. It was his turn to stand watch and the cargo
was not fish but highly illegal, LN2-cryo-fixed, human brains. The Russo-China
Mafia was selling virtual reality scenarios based on the real memory matrices of
freshly obtained brain tissues whole and otherwise. They were delivered via satguided, mini-subs to off-shore, Florida warehouses housing neuro- chop-shops.
Juarez was a high-paid middle man who didn't even know what he was smuggling
but knew the Mafia would kill him if any type of problem went down.
The E48D was a big gun and packed a serious punch of tunneling quanta. The beam
sliced through four of the discs, halving them. When Night-gaunt parts and pieces
showered Juarez he was sure alien demons had arrived. He lowered the E48D to
toast the dying gaunts frantically trying to swim his way. The seas boiled with heat
and noise as thunder and fireballs went everywhere.
Juarez's last sight was a tremendous winged shadow blocking out the moonlight
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over the ocean where he was burning gaunts. Before he could turn and re-aim the
E48D, a Night-gaunt had decapitated him, his head a splash in the troubled water.
His body fell limp across the E48D still firing quanta -- filling the hydroshuttle with
fireballs and burning plastasteel. Before Juarez's head had sunk two meters, a
mini-nuke from the mini-sub was launched. As the remaining gaunts flew safely on
at top speed with Hylum and Necronomicon, Juarez, shuttle and the non-talking
heads on ice were all reduced to molecules and microns.
Hylum would need to change his pants upon arrival in New England. Necronomicon
had barked himself hoarse. The lead gaunt turned further out to sea and the rest
of the flock followed. They soon descended and roosted on an unmanned oceanic
survey dronecraft. A squadron of fighters blasted through the night skies headed
for the nuclear detonation site. This would become known as the very worst side
effect of a Night-gaunt visit to the Upperworlds. Hylum wandered how long he and
"Necro" would have to hide here.
"Let's get outta here! You guys are a menace to society! I was nearly fried by that
schmuck with a E48D and then nuked for good measure!" Hylum shouted.
The Night-gaunts never moved but kept watching the night skies with their eyeless
visages. Without warning, they all spread their leathery, rubber-like wings,
grasped Hylum and his dog tightly and sprang into the sky. They kept very low to
the water and actually clipped a few sail boat masts. Before Hylum knew it he saw
the lights of Newport far off. The Night-gaunts increased their speed, re-assumed
the UFO guise, and hovered near the farthest out, Newport heli-port islands. They
dropped off Hylum and Necronomicon without being seen. Luckily, many of the
coast patrol had shifted their focus on Florida waters, as well watching New York,
Washington, and Charleston.
Cherry Point Base in North Carolina launched a counter-attack and took out nearly
all the known Russo-China mini-sub surveillance devices. Everyone suspected Mafia
but no country or organization on the planet dared cross them too often.
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Hylum found a nearby restroom and shower. Necronomicon recharged his jaw
torque enhancer. Hylum tried contacting his parents but learned the code addy
was reassigned. That really worried him. He did a name and data search and stood
in the air- dry stall staring at the vidglass.
Sendak estate sold. Sendak legal firm nets 3.2 billion. Bed and breakfast opens at
Sendak manse. Fear and rumors of Sendak curse causes new owners to have to
close up operations after only eight months. Sendak properties return to state
owned classification to cover new tax fees. Proposed Kennedy-Sendak- Amorship
Museum may soon open in a few years.
Hylum scrolled the readout back a year or so.
Mr. and Mrs. Sendak killed in terrible accident last week. Mystery still surrounds
missing body of son, Stephanus Sendak. Police report that body stolen by Mafia
from accident scene never verified. Case remains unsolved.
Hylum slumped to the floor and wept. Necronomicon scratched to get inside the
men's room but accepted waiting by the door.
Randolph Carter neared the Sendak manse and marveled at its sad state of
depreciation. Even the shock fencing was disconnected and it was obvious the
state hadn't spent much time protecting it from vandals, NDE/DE sim-stim dealers,
and looters. He clicked the safety off his quantar and felt again for the Silver Key
on the chain around his neck. He pushed the shock fencing aside with a stick just
to play it safe and made his way inside. He walked in the moonlight down the
grand driveway leading to the mansion. He would wait here for the last of the
Sendaks. Hylum was near if not already here.
Lord Amorship's bones were quiet. His soul cried out.
PART 8
Lord Amorship had just purchased, in some bit of idle ignorance and a deep sense
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of fascination, a perversely crafted candle of Innsmouth wax, a graven image of

Cthulhu, and Nyarlathotep's favorite painting of himself by Pickman.
He loved the tales of Lovecraft with their far-flung fantasies of dark gods and evil
doings from old and beyond the galaxy. Why these corrupted powers all wanted
this ignoble planet as a kingdom perplexed him. He theorized that since Lovecraft
felt so "ignored" and "out of place" himself, he thus wrote of exquisitely grand and
deeply metaphysical themes and thus lifted himself above and beyond the
ignorance of simple-minded men of his day. His popularity would be greater with
time he surmised. And finding these obviously Lovecraftian artifacts clearly
demonstrated his fans and followers were already perpetuating a Mythos and a
cultic allegiance to the Lovecraft doctrine. Lovecraft himself, wisely encouraged
other writers to use and expand his ideas. Splendid, he thought. So these odd
items, echoing Lovecraft's ideas, would surely grow in value. He would buy them
cheap and sell them, maybe, for a huge profit. His statements to the press about
them after the auction were his way of building hype and therefore infusing them
with value beyond his own beliefs.
Little did Amorship know that one of these items pre-dated Lovecraft by many
millennia. The remainder were crafted around Lovecraft's day by actual people
that represented real events for real purposes.
When Amorship had his servants unload them, one man wearing a cross touched
the Innsmouth candle and said the wax was melting, resisting his grip. However he
attempted to gain a grip, the candle somehow resisted his touch. Amorship
ordered him aside and a foreigner named Prasanna easily carried the candle off
the truck. Amorship fired the other man that hour. The Cthulhu statue appeared
inadvertently dropped off a small cart and then rolled into one of Amorship's
garden pools. Upon retrieving it, the servants claimed the statue somehow leaped
off the cart and rolled a bit uphill to reach the pool. Amorship had seen this for
himself but chastised the staff profusely anyway. He couldn't afford to fire
anymore workers that day. He watched very carefully as the men finally set the
statue safely in his study. When he later investigated the pool for any damage, he
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found all his rare goldfish and turtles dead. Even the aquatic flora was looking
sickly and later that day he saw birds that usually visited the pool turn away. He
had the water changed.
The painting of Nyarlathotep also proved undeniably cursed in the subsequent
death of his personal servant Prasanna. Dear friend, Clark Ashton Jones had told
him very harsh things that evening and Amorship never forgot the hurt. Yet he
kept these odd pieces, only moving them to a locked room secreted behind a wall
in the attic tower room of his grand home. He was beginning to believe he
understood Lovecraft's hiding the things behind a false wall in the Providence
dwelling.
When Amorship came across a rare vinyl copy of the Eldritch Songs of Erich Zann
played by Unero Zivers, he of course purchased it. He was listening to it in the
tower room with the windows open for the full effect of the storm brewing
outside. How wonderfully perfect this will be! He turned the volume up very high
and kicked back, observing the thunderheads forming shapes and sputtering fire
and rumblings.
As the music became an electric violin cacophony and mad dirge of bass notes with
ritual drumming he sensed a change outside the window as clouds were replaced
with a swirling of stars and echoes of a distant bellowing. Rain swept across the
stone floor and then a steaming presence was noted. Across the floor were
advancing great footprints of dried and steamed stone where there should have
been wet stone. The rains parted and ran off an unseen entity as fog and hot mist
filling the area. The ceiling collected this odd fog and soon the whole room
smelled of ozone and vinegar, of acetic acid.
Amorship was paralyzed with fear as the invisible intruder walked past him toward
the far side of the room. It approached the secret room hidden behind a tapestry
recreation of Bosch's art. The tapestry burst into flames and fell aside, the stone
door opened easily as if it was never locked.
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A voice bubbled up from nowhere and everywhere, "Lord Amorship, you have
called for guidance from the dwellers of the Threshold. I am, G'hortyd, your
servant. How would you so live for all Time and direct the dark powers thereof?"
Amorship said, "I, I, I uh, I do not understand."
"The music of the opening of the way summons me and in this room are the triune
vertices of the final Nexus of Vortices, all items assembled upon your word, shall
open the Ancient way, the Eldritch Doors, the paths of Cthulhu, the tunnel
beneath R'lyeh."
Amorship still was confused and said, "Go on, show me these vertices and explain
their workings before I command thee. And what of this endless life you mention?"
Amorship was well over 80 and his heart and lungs were failing him. Endless life
tempted him as his might end soon by the advance of age.
G'hortyd answered, "Do ye not know of these things yet your song speaks to me of
wisdom, for none can so well play my song but a master? Still, as you ask, strange
one, I explain. As the Innsmouth waxen candle lit will light the locked way, the
image of Cthulhu, of sky-stone from Yuggoth's blasted moons will resonate a dead
star's call to the Sleeping One, and Nyarlathotep's accursed image here, has eyes
that see where in R'lyeh Great Cthulhu slumbers. Once these three are brought to
the seas above R'lyeh, then the Silver Key will be turned by Nyarlathotep himself,
and so mighty Cthulhu will arise. For this service to the Old Ones you shall reign
with them and live for all Time and so Death may even die before thee."
Amorship was filled with a gripping fear. What should he do?
G'hortyd shouted, "Summon me not for empty moments! I sense your doubt and
fear. If you fail to act, you and your loved ones will suffer the wrath of the
Thresholders! Delay to act -- and ghouls will feast on your bones. You will soon
die, yet live forever but eternally dead-lived, as prisoner in a ghoul's wretched
body. Your soul will never forget this day!"
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"Be gone you foul demon!" Amorship cried, and kicked his phonograph over. The
music stopped and G'hortyd was swept aside by a fierce wind that slammed the
secret door shut and locked. Amorship fell to the floor and witnessed every piece
of furniture, carpet, and painting sucked out the ravaged window. The storm
passed by quickly and the empty room was completely dry as Amorship's tears
flowed.
He made out a will that night. Amorship became more and more obsessed with the
occult and seeking to understand what had happened to him on that night. The key
to the secret room vanished one day but Amorship thought it best, hoping no one
ever found that room. In a few years his wife died. She fell from the attic tower
window while birdwatching. Amorship blamed himself and became very depressed
and refused any doctor's attention. His servants reported he rarely left his study
until the day he died. He passed away screaming and begging that he be buried in
a secret mausoleum far away from his home. His wishes were not carried out as
family felt he should be buried in the family graveyard, next to his wife, behind
the Amorship Estate.
Amorship's secret room was to be discovered much later by a nephew. It was
strangely unlocked, by someone or something at some earlier time. Perhaps by a
ghoul?
In fact, when Hylum Sendak first discovered the room in the attic tower, he
begged his parents to let him have the ghastly things within, as they were just too
cool. Being a spoiled, young Amorship, Hylum became their owner. He had them
moved to secure storage in Providence. Hylum was indeed an Amorship by blood by
his first set of parents. Sadly, they died in a suspicious house fire while he and his
sister, Felicia, were away visiting relatives. Hylum's Uncle Dennis and Irene Sendak
took in the orphaned Amorship children.
Hylum and Felicia were the last of the Amorship lineage. The Amorship Estate and
holdings passed to Hylum and Felicia and their adoptive parents. Stephanus Sendak
was the weird step- brother. As part of some crazy and futile idea to protect
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Hylum and Felicia from the Amorship "curse", their names were changed to
Sendak. Little did any of the Sendak clan realize the curse surrounded the blood
and not the name.
Even dear young Felicia next fell prey to the curse. One night, while exploring an
ancient mining warehouse mentioned in Lord Amorship's writings, poor Felicia
tumbled through some rotted boards, falling to her death. Her body was never
found. The shaft was too deep for rescue and even searches by local spelunkers
were unsuccessful in recovering her body. Hylum became so angry with himself
and guilty about Felicia's death that he finally agreed to sell Uncle Amorship's
Estate. The Sendak's wanted to buy a new one elsewhere.
Hylum first took many things he found, before the auction was scheduled. Among
his findings were Carter's Silver Key and the 46 Elder Sign stones. After Hylum was
much older, it was finally agreed to buy the new Sendak Estate and begin investing
Lord Amorship's money. Hylum was angered by many things his Uncle Dennis and
Aunt Irene would do. He soon left for California, without any notice of where,
when, or why. Aunt Irene missed him dearly but Uncle Dennis was relieved to see
him go. Stephanus Sendak really enjoyed reading all the books Hylum had
collected from Uncle Amorship's study. Soon enough, Stephanus' curious ways
would bring him into deep trouble -- the kind of trouble that can destroy one's
soul.
Lord Amorship's bones cried out.
PART 9
Hylum Gideon (Amorship) Sendak leaned back in the air-ferry and listened to
"Necro" complaining in the trunk. The driver refused the pit-bull attack dog to
enter the pasenger compartment.
They would soon arrive near the deserted Sendak Estate. Oddly enough his step
parents barely moved a mile outside of Arkham Heights where the Amorship Estate
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also wasted away in near ruin. Lord and Lady Amorship's gravesites were there too.
It pained Hylum to known an empty coffin was buried at the foot of Lord
Amorship's headstone. It maddened him beyond words and now the Sendak's family
members were buried there too he supposed. Dennis and Irene probably had a
sealed mausoleum, of course, and Felicia too, after what happened to Uncle
Amorship's grave. He wondered if they even bothered with any remembrance for
missing Stephanus. The legal firm was a heartless bunch -- but very rich.
There was Sendak Estate. Long time no see -- it looked like a pile of crap made out
of stone and broken glass. The shock fencing was a nice and inviting touch. Looked
like Massachushitz State gummit work. Hylum raked his access card over the exit
panel and so tipped the air-ferry girl double for bringing "Necro" along even in the
trunk. He figured it would cover the clean-up it would need now after "Necro" had
finished expressing his frustrations. He waved good-bye to the girl but she was
nothing but tail lights in an instant - - bad neighborhood up here near Arkham
Heights. Can't say he didn't blame her.
"Necro, you nasty old thing, you! Why'd ya go and mess up that girl's air-ferry?
Hunh?" Hylum asked.
Necronomicon scratched out a universally understood profanity sign in the dirt by
the roadside with his paw.
"Nice, really nice," Hylum said as he read it.
Necronomicon wriggled past the shock fencing and headed for the Sendak manse.
He had been here long ago and knew the way. He was looking for what might be
left of his favorite set of trees and so forth.
"Yo, Necro! Wait a darn minute you beast!"
Hylum followed, crouching down under the torn shock-mesh. He saw fresh
footprints that were not dog tracks. He suspected it could be Carter but he
couldn't be sure. But who else gave any care about this place -- hoods and pimps?
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He'd soon find out.

He looked around, remembering his days here, thinking of Felicia, hearing her
laughter, seeing her running through the gardens and yards. He saw weeds and
high grass now and cracked flexphalt with Bermuda grass coming up in the
driveway. Why hadn't that weed ever been tamed? The sky looked threatening -like it might rain tonight or the end of the world was coming. The moon was
retreating behind a wreath of oily-rag, clouds. Where was that idiot dog?
Hylum began walking again toward his past and the future -- however short that
may be.
Unknown to everyone but Hylum, he had moved the three dangerous items once
owned by Lovecraft, then Uncle Amorship, and now himself out of storage to the
Sendak Estate. He'd paid a stone mason to secretly, and quite quickly, add a false
wall in the garage when Dennis and Irene Sendak were off vacationing with
Stephanus, the whacko step-brother. He didn't hate Stephanus but Felicia said she
had seen him snooping around in her lingerie drawers once and Hylum never
trusted him after that. She thought it was funny how dreadfully embarassed he
was when she stepped in the room. To Hylum, it was inexcusable.
Behind the hollow garage wall was hidden the curious candle of Innsmouth wax, a
black stone likeness of Cthulhu, and ghastly Nyarlathotep's portrait. Hylum always
found it strange that in all Uncle Armorship's writings he never mentioned these
things after first buying them nor were they even notated in the extensive listings
of his will. What were these things for? Why had both Lovecraft and Amorship
hidden them? And why had even he, himself, hidden them away.
He somehow understood, it was all for tonight. He, Carter, and "Necro" would need
them to answer many questions and perhaps create new ones. He feared Carter
but he feared the gods of darkness moreso. He walked on, nearer to the front door
and steps ascending to the Sendak Estate Homeplace. He hated this place.
The door swung open.
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"Hylum Sendak, I presume?" intoned Randolph Carter.
PART 10
"Evil and good shall walk the paths of Time side by side -- yet they walk alone. We serve
very different lords, gods, and kings. Our lives are crossroads and battlegrounds. We answer
to light and whisper darkness. We are pawns as we surrender. We are warrior- priests if we
resist. We die and so live or we live as dead men in an illusion of life," Carter explained.
Hylum heard Carter repeat the phrase but failed to grasp all of it.
"Okay, Randolph, if I may address you so?"
"Please do, go ahead, Hylum."
"I get the good and evil walking and serving gods and so forth. I agree that we are
all directly involved in some ways with a conflict. And yes we can be used as
pawns and we can resist too," Hylum said.
"Very good, you get the basics," Randolph said.
"But this answering to light and whispering darkness, this dying to live an illusion
of life jazz -- whazzat all about? All I know is that very creepy things are
happening, have been happening, long ago and right now. I don't get half of it but I
believe that evil seeks to overthrow good, that death seeks to devour life, and
gods of outer darkness desire to bring destruction and doom to the light. Uncle
Amorship and Clark Jones both are deep into this weird battle," Hylum spoke,
looking over his shoulder at uncertain noises from the gardens. Was it "Necro"?
Clark looked as well, answering, "It is your friend, Necronomicon. He is reliving his
puppy days out there, rooting and relaxing. Night-gaunts are a fearful experience
to most animals, especially dogs. Cats seem unaffected by gaunts."
"Randolph, my questions?"
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"Ah, yes, forgive my getting off topic. The light represents truth, love, faith, and
wholeness, the very nature and abode of the Source of all gods, even the dark
ones."
"Hunh? I don't follow. How can good be the Author of evil?"
"These things just are, I cannot fully explain but behind all the controversy and
rage is purpose, peace, order, and an unalterable plan. It is a plan that predates
Time and will exists when Time is not needed," Randolph spoke as he sat on the
Sendak Estate steps, gazing into the infinite night sky at a handful of stars.
"You're losing me man. This is beginning to sound very religious and I don't do the
church thang."
"Hylum, before there was man's creation of religious traditions, the Source existed.
If I may, let's call the Source, the High and Exalted One."
"Whatever -- this gonna take an hour? Should I find a good seat near the front?"
Hylum sarcastically asked, as he too sat near Randolph.
"No, no -- I am about finished. Give me about five more minutes," Randolph
chuckled and put his hand on Hylum's shoulder.
"Man's traditions, be they oral, written, or externalized by attitudes and actions
have helped bring about a very confusing situation. I have been doing my
homework since I returned to Providence. Here we are in 2112, extended
lifetimes, gene- enhanced, brain-boosted, colonies on Mars, bases on the moon,
technology that thinks for itself, and still we kill each other for fun or profit, even
our next-door neighbor, and create novel ways to rip each other off. I have been
trapped in an alternate world, dead long ago, light years away, and I return to my
New England to find many amazing improvements and wonders but darkness and
evil still rule us. Laws, policies, serotonin-drugs, happy-stims, and prison colonies
on the ocean floor -- what has really changed? I think we have new labels on the
same old story." Randolph said.
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"Hmm, how depressing it all is, man is all screwy but you still haven't answered my
questions."
Randolph stood again, walked down a step or two, turned to Hylum and said,
"Hylum, The High and Exalted One awaits us, each of us, to join in battle against
the creeping ruin within and from without. Evil and Death will one day die. Dark
yet eternal gods and beings of endless light will indeed live on past Death. Man can
help this drawn-out process to be completed sooner or he helps extend the
temporal reign of darkness. Angels, messengers, demons, dark gods, Old Ones,
Elder Things, aliens, Shoggoths, godless monsters, other dimensions, time portals,
alternate world lines, soul, spirit, flesh, love, hatred, forgiveness, mercy, revenge,
murder, magic, sorcery, religion, tradition, death, life and even that which we yet
do not realize, exists among the living -- it is all real, all, very real. And The High
and Exalted One sees fit to invite mere men and women to stand against kingdoms
of ancient darkness and rebellion. We are not the infinitely, insignificant motes of
flesh and blood hopelessly lost in the vast, cold universe we might imagine. Each
one of us plays an eternal part in the Plan. In our very natures is the echo of
eternity, the image of the Source. Even evil powers, gods in immortal chains, or
those running free, hold the image of the Source within them. They hate this
knowledge as it damns them as a created thing, a god yes, but not the Source, the
God of gods. These dark ones, the Old Ones, all join together, hoping to pervert all
the good of God, to spread lies, and twist the Truth, to destroy and mutate the
creation, to kill and torture every man, woman and child, and thus the Plan might
fail. They hurt us as they know it brings hurt that passes all the way back to the
Source. Blind hatred and burning pride in their powers deceive the dark ones. Long
ago, they turned their loving worship and perfect recognition of God, their Source,
inwards upon themselves. Instead of freely loving the Source and so directing
recognition of all creation's soul to the High and Exalted One, they chose to
worship themselves and seek the very worship that only the God of gods deserves.
God has never needed anything, never wanted for anything, never desired any
worship nor had to have obedience for any part of God's nature. The things that
the dark gods and man himself do not understand about the High and Exalted One
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is that the Source of all, seeks to manifest perfect love, glory and mercy. The
Source seeks to share, to include us all in the plan. What we don't see and what we
are taught so incorrectly about the High and Exalted One by religion and tradition
causes us to stumble in a self- made, a self-maintained type of darkness. We begin
to trust only ourselves, to turn inward for all truth, and we begin to worship gods
of our own design. The great challenge in becoming a warrior-priest is to boldly
seek anew the Source, to hold fast to any truth that comes to us from the Source,
even if it means leaving the religion and traditions of our parents and culture. We
must die to what seems life and turn to the Source, the High and Exalted One, and
so we truly live. Any other sort of living is a death, an illusion of life and we walk
the valley of the shadows."
Hylum didn't say anything but got up and walked past Randolph to the garden. He
still felt "preached at" but there was something naggingly "right on" about
Randolph's sermonette. Did he have what it took to die? Could he discover the
Source for himself? Was he warrior-priest material? And where was "Necro"
anyway?
"Thanks, Randolph. I'll think on what you said. Deep stuff man, very heavy head
trip you can lay on a person, ya know?"
"You asked. I answered. I speak only what I have been shown."
"The Source, right?"
"Yes, many years, many miles, many worlds, and ultimately it all comes back to
the voice of the Source."
Necronomicon came running out of the garden barking like he'd seen a ghost or a
giant flea. Randolph looked around the grounds. The hedges and high grass began a
gentle swaying. The moonlight vanished behind a large cloud bank. Randolph
looked beyond the hedges to the tree line in the distance and noted movement,
too much for this windless night.
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Hylum asked, "Whassup Necro? See a big cat?"

Necronomicon, looked behind the hedges, growling in a hushed manner.
"We don't have much time here, Hylum. They have found us."
"What? Who found us?" Hylum asked as "Necro" leaped out of his arms and ran up
the steps and into the Sendak house.
Randolph followed the dog as fast as he could leap up the steps. Hylum sighed
deeply, took a last look around, thought he saw a Shoggoth, and scrambled after
Randolph. They slammed the door and locked it.
Lord Amorship's bones waited.
PART 11
Randolph and Hylum followed Necronomicon up the grand staircase to a mezzanine
overlooking the foyer. They all paused and gazed out the huge sunrise window
onto the front yard. The grass and soil was being churned by something or some
things burrowing around the foundations of the house. Some trees had fallen over
and in the moonlight a glistening slime or sheen sparkled on the sidewalk. It
welled up through cracks in the concrete. Hylum experienced a nameless dread as
he rubbed the Elder Sign stones in his zippered hip pocket. Necronomicon
continued up the stairs to Hylum's old room. Randolph beckoned Hylum to leave
the window and get upstairs. Something hit the side of the house and the
chandelier above them swayed threateningly -- they coughed on the dusts raining
upon them.
"What's out there, Randolph?"
"My guess is Niggurath brood instars -- perhaps in their last molt before their
winged stage."
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"Forget, I asked. You mean giant grubs?"

"Not exactly grubs but close -- more like terrestrial lampreys."
"Big blood-sucking worms you say?"
"Right, but omnivorous and very intelligent -- like a hunting dog with a mouth the
size of small lift-car. We need to find substantial shelter and locate a way of
escape or defense soon," Randolph said.
Hylum ran ahead and went down a long hall. He came to his old bedroom, pushed
the jammed door aside and found memory lane pretty much intact. "Necro" had
hidden under the bed as he'd done when a small puppy. He didn't fit so good now
and Hylum grinned to see the bed up off of two legs.
Randolph came in next. Hylum was digging around and banging things in his
bedroom closet. He came out covered in gypsum dust, holding an aluminum case
and a molded plastasteel item.
"What have we here, Hylum?"
"In here," Hylum answered, lifting out a new data helmet with visors, "This, an
extra helmet and this," opening the other case, "a heavy-duty quantar,
forearm-mount cannon. Yee-haw!"
"How many rounds?"
"Oh enough, to level this house and terraform half the neighborhood. Sufficient for
Niggurath worms I think."
"Yes, very good. And where are the Amorship items, Hylum?"
"Follow me," Hylum said, putting on his helmet, "Necro! Let's roll!"
Necronomicon, "You read me now?"
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"Oh yeah," Hylum adjusted his visor's com-link readout focus.

Necronomicon, "Tell Randolph I said hello and that I hate his stinking friends out
there screwing up the gardens."
"Necro" came out from under the bed and sniffed the room.
"He says hello, Randolph and that he ain't so fond of your Niggurath horde tearing
up the daffodils."
"Tell him hello back and that I hope Hylum will soon send the errant grubs on their
way back to Momma."
"He heard that. Let's go. Amorship's deadly folly and my bad luck is hidden in the
basement garage. I hope the foundations have kept the worm things out," Hylum
said as he ran out the door.
Randolph and "Necro" followed close on his heels. Hylum took a rear set of stairs
that servants had used. With the power out, all the lift tubes were dead. They
reached the basement area quickly. Signs of stress and fractures played along the
hallway. The walls had held -- for now.
Hylum ran to the far wall of the echo-laden garage space. He reached down to his
wrist module, keyed in an encrypted code and the wall swung open. Inside were
the items Nyarlathotep sought. Hylum reached for the candle.
"No, wait," Randolph urged, " Allow me to do what I must."
Hylum stepped aside. Randolph, checked again inside his shirt, running his fingers
over the Silver Key. He reached for the candle of Innsmouth wax, pulling it over,
casting it onto the floor and stomping on it.
"What are you doing?"
Randolph ignored Hylum and swept aside the brittle wax-like substance. Within
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was the wick he sought. He peeled it away and rolled it into a ball. He pocketed
it. Next he lifted the head of Cthulhu off the body with a small turning at the
neck. He turned the octopoid head upside down and pressed a hidden lever inside.
Cthulhu's visage fell apart into several pieces. Randolph picked up what seemed to
be a crude carving of the dark god's brain. He pocketed that as well. Then he went
to the painting of Nyarlathotep and with a pen knife cut out the portion of canvas
where the evil eyes were painted. He folded it away into his shirt pocket.
Hylum stood and stared in utter confusion.
"Hylum, let's go quickly now. We must get to the Amorship family graveyard."
"Yeah, okay but what did I just see here?"
They ran towards the metal doors of the garage. Hylum drew his hand-quantar
cannon and blasted a hole for them to get out fast. The noise attracted Niggurath
brood but Hylum, Randolph, and "Necro" quickly ran over the various groundswells
before the blood- grubs erupted to the surface to feed. Hylum turned and fired
several rounds into the Sendak Estate and vaporized it, killing Niggurath brood in
the collateral damage. Their screams called Nyarlathotep.
"They say you can never go home, right, Hylum?"
"Yeah right. Like I asked before -- what did you do back there and why?"
"I have read that one day Nyarlathotep will open the Nexus of Vortices with the
Items of Power. As far as I know, these things in my pocket were the key parts of
Items of Power. If they are positioned over any body of water, especially the
Pacific or Atlantic Oceans, a pulling together of portals can be achieved. Burn the
Innsmouth Deep Ones, hair wick candle, near the sky-stone Cthulhu brain carving
and illuminate the eyes of Nyarlathotep and the Nexus of Vortices opens. Cthulhu
awakes, the waves that hold him lose their strength, and Cthulhu will walk the
Earth as of old before the Battle of battles. He will follow the Nexus of Vortices to
our time and space freed from his non-dimensional, micro-hell where he dreams
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death and revenge. I fear that Nyarlathotep also seeks the Silver Key. With it, the
Old Ones arisen and free, will travel to the very thrones of the Elder Gods and
wage a new war. Man will be an afterthought, the Earth but a staging ground for
the massing of behemoth warriors from the edge of Time. They will feast on us,
dance on our cities, and provoke the Wrath of the Source. The High and Exalted
One may answer the Old Ones' challenge and the End of this Age will be made
manifest. I don't feel the world is ready for such a war, for such judgment and
cataclysm. We must see to it that these Items of Power are destroyed. I will do so
and the Silver Key will be used for good, not evil."
"You are serious aren't you?"
"Yes, very. Remember this, Hylum," they all continued running out the rear half of
the estate, heading towards Arkham Heights, Randolph continued, "R'lyeh, the
sunken city is merely stone and muck surrounding a dimensional vortex, a
connection where dimensions overlap, intersecting in a sort of trough, a
time-space pit of pits. Cthulhu is locked outside of our existence but his thoughts,
his Mind is free to roam and dream. As Dunne showed, even the human mind can
travel to parallel worlds across the planes of Time. Thus we have confirmed
precognitive episodes. Cthulhu is strongest in his non-material essence but that is
trapped in a nether realm. It is debated whether he merely rests there or is indeed
imprisoned by the Elder Gods. At times past the R'lyeh region has experienced
upheavals and Cthulhu has expanded a bit, a very minor bit of his Mind as matter
into our time-space world line. He can never sustain this manifestation for too long
as he risks his Mind being overburdened. Too many prequels into this world could
hamper his intended escape eons from now."
"Bloody crazy this all is my good friend - stand aside please," Hylum said. He
blasted a Niggurath blood worm monstrosity looming up behind them from a row of
bamboo. It's head exploded into cloud of teeth and unearthly meat.
"Thank-you, Hylum. I never heard that one."
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Necronomicon, "I suggest we blab less and run more folks."

"Agreed, Necro. I am thinking we are on the same page. Randolph, pick up the
pace!"
After about 35 minutes of out-of-breath jogging the trio neared the Amorship
estate ruins and untended family graveyard. Randolph asked Hylum to stand watch
as he slowly pulled out the Silver Key. He knew what he must do and feared he
might now be able to find his way. It would seem like he was gone for a few
minutes to Hylum but it would take many hours of his life away jumping to the
other side of the Universe. The Elder Gods rarely entertained visitors.
"Hylum, in a few seconds, I will vanish with the Silver Key's power. I should return
soon - I hope, to help you. If I am longer than ten minutes, fire your hand cannon
just there, into that freshly turned earth. It is a ghoul passage. That will bring
them up. They consider this their feeding territory and will eat the living foolish
enough to wander here at night. You will see a large ghoul with sad eyes named
G'oa. Kill him and your Uncle Amorship's soul will fly free. Another ghoul, servant
to G'oa carries your uncle's bones. Destroy them with that weapon of yours.
Scatter the ashes to the winds so that no ghoul may ever touch them again."
"Randolph, where are you going?" Hylum asked, "Necro" stood nearby, sniffing at a
bone poking up out of a disturbed grave.
Randolph held up the Silver Key, whispered the memorized words, turning the key
inside a space outside of space - in a nether realm's impossible geometries. He
vanished. He stood in the presence now of his friend yet deeply feared Guardian of
the Ultimate Gate, 'UMR AT-TAWIL!
'UMR AT-TAWIL's nimbus of golden-green tinged with fire of lambent violet flared
at the appearance of Carter.
"I have come to -"
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'UMR AT-TAWIL held forth the scepter of silence and bade Carter come closer. He
knew already what Carter would attempt and even 'UMR AT-TAWIL
felt a long-forgotten emotion - dread. He beckoned Carter to pass into the Gate.
All those beings in the presence of 'UMR AT-TAWIL that worked out this fearful
passage each became silent with fear they had all thought long passed. 'UMR
AT-TAWIL guaranteed them that only Carter would know any wrath of the Elder
Gods. He alone risked anything - Gate guardians were absolved of this unique and
unheard of request. Carter looked into the Gate's myriad colors and swirling lights.
Like spider webs of energy they pulled at him and suddenly he knew it was too late
for second thoughts.
He found himself sinking down in the blindingly white courtyards of the Elder
Gods. He drifted down past their gigantic visages. Their radiant faces were as
stone, unmoving, towering now above him. His descent slowed to a few feet above
the transparent stones of the hallowed City of the Forever King. He slowly
removed the accursed contents of his pockets. He dropped the Innsmouth waxed
wick, the sky-stone carving of Cthulhu, and the crumpled canvas of Nyarlathotep's
gaze. They each flared up in flames before hitting the holy ground that Carter was
hovering above, Silver Key in hand. Suddenly the Silver Key was gone from his hand
and it floated a few feet in front of him. He fell to his knees on the invisible place
of grace, mercy, and immense power he occupied. The silence was heavy upon him
but there was something else - a quiet of understanding. Before Carter could ask
for mercy he found himself kneeling beside Hylum. He was shaking, weeping, yet
somehow renewed and calm.
"Randolph! You're back. You okay? That was fast. Where did you -"
Randolph stood and put his finger to his lips, closing his eyes and shaking his head
for quiet. Hylum complied.
A few hand cannon blasts later and Lord Amorship's bones were ash, blowing away
in a strange wind rising. G'oa was dead, Amorship's imprisoned soul flew free to its
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rightful place where the dead must go. The angered howls of Nyarlathotep and
Shub- Niggurath were heard that night in Arkham. They dared not come near
Randolph Carter and Hylum Sendak. It was said that the light of the Elder Gods'
presence had taken up residence in the eyes of Carter.
Hylum Sendak eventually returned to California to live where he has taken up the
hobby of mountain climbing and spelunking. He visits a very old friend on those
underground trips.
Necronomicon had another genetic upgrade and has taken to enjoying a good read
once in a while. He hopes to speak-write his own tales one day.
Randolph Carter runs a sleep clinic research lab at a private facility in Virginia's
Blue Ridge mountains.
Lord Amorship's ashes wander the winds.
Cthulhu endures a fever dream and bashes his tentacled fists on the walls of the
void, trapped tight in the ancient nexus of vortices.
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He'd soon find out.

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"Hylum Sendak, I presume?" intoned Randolph Carter.

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Hylum asked, "Whassup Necro? See a big cat?"

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