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Malled, compressed, twisted and fish head had been removed and as we drew near we saw that the manner of removal

looked more like some hellish tearing or suction than like any ordinary form of

cleavage their noisome dark green eye core formed a large spreading

pool. But its stench was half overshadowed by that newer and stranger stench, here more pungent than any other point along our route.

Only when we had come very close to the sprawling obstructions could we trace that second

unexplainable fetter to any immediate source.

And the instant we did so, Danforth,

remembering certain very vivid sculptures of the Old Ones history in the Permian age 150 million years ago

gave vent to a nerve-tortured cry which echoed hysterically through that vaulted and archaic passage. That was a paragraph from Chapter 11 of At the Mountains of Madness, a story by

H.P. Lovecraft. We are here at the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast. I'm Chad Fyfer. And I'm here at the H.P. Lovekast.

I'm Chad Pfeiffer.

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Yes, and this week we are again sponsored by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society,

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If you haven't heard it, you should. They have a dark adventure radio theater adaptation of this story.

That's a really fun listen. You can pick that up at their site. And also now they're distributing

this adaptation from Germany of a color out of space called Defarb.

Defarb, yes, and it's a full-length feature film. Check it out.

We're going to be wrapping up at the Mountains of

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