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The Welcome to Part 3 and our final chapter of the Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft.

Despite what I had heard of this hotel in Newburyport, I signed the register, paid my dollar, let the clerk take my valise,

and followed that sour, solitary attendant of three creaking flights

of stairs past dusty corridors, which seemed wholly devoid of life. My room, a dismal rear one

with two windows and bare cheap furnishings, overlooked a dingy courtyard otherwise hemmed in by low, deserted brick blocks,

and commanded a view of decrepit westward stretching roofs with a marshy countryside beyond.

At the end of the corridor was a bathroom, a discouraging relic with ancient marble bowl, tin tub,

faint electric light, and musty wooden paneling around all the plumbing fixtures.

It being still daylight, I descended to the square and looked around for a dinner of some sort,

noticing as I did so the strange glances I received from the unwholesome loafers.

Since the grocery was closed, I was forced to patronize the restaurant I had shunned before,

a stooped, narrow-headed man with staring, unwinking eyes,

and a flat-nosed wench with unbelievably thick, clumsy hands being in attendance.

The service was of the counter-type, and it relieved me to find that much was evidently served

from cans and packages.

A bowl of vegetable soup with crackers was enough for me, and I soon headed back from my

cheerless room at the Gilman, getting an evening paper and a fly-specked magazine from the evil-visaged clerk at the

rickety stand beside his desk. As twilight deepened, I turned on the one feeble electric bulb over the

cheap, iron-framed bed, and tried as best I could to continue the reading I had begun. I felt it

advisable to keep my mind wholesomely occupied,

for it would not do to brood over the abnormalities of this ancient, blight-shadowed town

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