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It was about half past three on an August afternoon

when I found myself for the first time looking down upon all hallows.

And at glimpse of it, fatigue and vexation passed away.

I stood at gaze as the old phrase goes,

like the two children of Israel sent in to spy out the promised land.

How often they imagined transcends the real, not so all hallows.

Having at last reached the end of my journey, flies, dust, heat, wind, having at last come

limping out upon the green sea bluff beneath which lay its walls, I confess the actuality excelled my feeble dreams of it.

That is the opening paragraph of Walter Delameres All Hallows, a story we're covering here on the

H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast.

We're here at H.P.craft. This is Chad Fiver.

And I'm Chris Lanky.

And we're doing Walter Telemare all month.

It's Mayor Vember.

What? Wait a minute.

Why is it? It should be noveend mare.

Novem mare? Yeah.

All right if you say so.

It's obvious.

November?

Yeah novem mare.

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