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The battery had actually been one once.

It was perched on a little spur of hills, outthrust from an otherwise wide beach southern coast.

Two centuries ago, this original battery stood at the entry of a minor port, a bay, now silted

in and overgrown a hundred years. That structure's sizable Pentagon of Stone and its ten guns had

commanded the inlet from a good 20 yards elevation. Its dereliction led, by the turn of the

20th century, to its being filled with stony rubble and capped with concrete to

platform a new enterprise, commercial rather than military. Foundationed on its martial bones

the Haven of Health was a gram three stories high and, daring for its time,

an hexagonal structure. It catered to the rich for a few decades, mineral baths,

high colonics, medicine ball workouts, but it did not long survive the crash.

A rich bootleger goes on to make this battery into a swanky lounge.

Eventually it's converted into rentals for storage and residence, which leaves this reader wondering are those high colonics still available.

We're all wondering that here on the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast. I'm Chad Fyf.

I'm Chris Lanky and we're here at

HPPograph.com and Patreon. Those are some of the opening paragraphs

from The Battery, a story by Michael Shea and you know what that means?

We are joined once again by our favorite special guest, Patton Oswold.

Hi everybody.

Thank you so much for coming back and being on the show talking Michael Shay Patton is of

course the author of the critical Shay analysis.

Shay Bangs, Shay Bangs, Shay bangs. I'm laughing at my old crap.

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