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Sort of a personal experience which reminded me of Lovecraft's characters in deep states of fear. To clear it out, i'm into underground exploring, living in a city atop centuries of history, you often find graves (as shown in the cover picture). Well as fanatically stupid it may sound, i crack em' open sometimes to wander upon death. Sometimes it follows back
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