It's Halloween.

Well, nearly Halloween.

And I have my voice back.

So in addition to the upcoming episode, I thought I'd do something that's, you know,

keeping with the season.

And so I thought I'd do you a reading of one of my favorite stories by H.P. Lovecraft.

It's called The Music of Eric Zahn.

I've examined the maps of the city with the greatest care.

Yet I've never again found the Ruedorset.

These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change.

I have, on the contrary, del deeply into all the antiquities of the place.

And I've personally explored every region of whatever name which could possibly answer

to the street I knew as the Ruedorset.

But despite all I've done, it remains a humiliating fact that I cannot find the house, the street,

or even the locality where, during the last months of my impoverished life as a student

of metaphysics at the university, I heard the music of Eric Zahn.

That my memory is broken, I do not wonder.

For my health, physical, and mental was gravely disturbed throughout the period of my residence

in the Ruedorset.

And I recall that I took none of my few acquaintances there.

But that I cannot find the place again is both singular and perplexing.

For it was within a half hours walk of the university, and was distinguished by the peculiarities

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