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West of Arkham the hills rise wild

Mark E Smith reads The Colour Out of Space by HP Lovecraft

Traces of the old ones can still be found amidst the weeds of a returning wilderness, and some of them will doubtless linger even when half the hollows are flooded for the new reservoir. Then the dark woods will be cut down and the blasted heath will slumber far below blue waters whose surface will mirror the sky and ripple in the sun. And the secrets of the strange days will be one with the deep's secrets; one with the hidden lore of old ocean, and all the mystery of primal earth.


I won't say it's well read, because frankly it isn't. But it's something else.

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