At last we had encountered an outpost of the great unknown continent and its cryptic world of frozen death.
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. . . and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
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It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.
⋅ Nota Bene ⋅
(“Swept so evilly free of all litter”. …..I want to see how that looks. I want to learn how to sweep dust “evilly”, ha ha. Oh, Lovecraft, that misunderstood, maligned total dork.)