Greetings to you friends. It is I, D-Trustle, and you are listening to the Duncan

Trustle Family Hour Podcast, which I'm recording at Grey Nash, the name for my

family's estate, here on the island of Cumberland off the coast of Georgia. This

beautiful mansion has many stories, tales, some good, some bad, many members of my

family were married here, many members of my family were buried here. It is

here that my uncle French got an adult with a mud woman. He defeated her in this

duel, but they say a curse was placed upon my family, especially the manor house

here. In ever since, we've had to deal with this infernal echo. The echo of

the spirits is what my grandfather used to call it. It might be something in the

architecture, it might be something in the lime that was used in the walls of this

place, but this blasted ceaseless echo goes on and on and on. There's so many

rooms in this sprawling estate, some of them have been boarded up, some of them

seem to have been kicked open from the inside. I try to imagine that the things I've

seen here are just a fantasy. For example, last night, when I saw the woman out

in the marsh beneath a flickering moon, veiny flaps of flesh hanging from her

pulsating buttocks, that wasn't what bothered me. What horrified me was to watch her

spray a blast of phosphorescent pollen spores from her massive genitals into

the face of a raccoon that seemed to be inhaling these spores for some

malefic reason that I could not understand. I will never be able to remove

from my mind the vision of deer suckling at her breasts, sucking from them some

vowness that I can only imagine tastes sweet, savory, and much like this

silent, infernal, in a beautiful way. Swarms of mosquitoes carried my brother

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