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Thetis Looks Back

Why the river called to my young son / I do not know; the river is cold, and / Will not tell me. Maybe it had grown / Weary of the silver it stole / From the mountains

Christmas Lovecraft

More rapid than eagles his curses they came, / He whistled, and shouted, and damned them by name: / “Now, Nug! Here, hoary Nodens! Loom, Azathoth!

One-Note Wonder

“Does it talk?”
“No. She, not it.”
“I heard it used to play with—”
“—She don’t play with anything except her food. You play. She corrects you.”

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