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This is one we've been contemplating for a while, even way back before Richard Stanley presented us with a Nicholas Caged cinematic version of this classic tale.

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Nocturnal transmissions is proud to present H.P. Lovecraft's.

The color out of space.

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west of Arkham the hills rise wild and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever caught.

There are dark, narrow glens where the tree slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the gentle slopes there are

farms, ancient and rocky, with squat, moss-coated cottages brooding eternally over old New England

secrets in the lee of great ledges. But these are all vacant now. the wide chimneys crumbling and the shingled sides

bulging perilously beneath low, gambrel roofs. The old folk have gone away, and foreigners do

not like to live there. French Canadians have tried it, Italians have tried it, and the

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