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b'Achtromagk shuddered, lost in nightmare images: crimson lightning dotting a wasteland, twilight despair and feeble railings, isolation in a mewling throng. It thrashed and twisted but could not escape, could not stop the unwanted vistas in its mind. It was silent. And soft. And dark\\u2026 Next up in Lovecraft month, a heart-warming tale of an [\\u2026]\\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices'