Hello, gentle listener. Well, here we are at the very beginning of a brand new year.

Two thousand and twenty-one is but a fresh young bud on the twisting branch of the human epoch.

Let's hope it unfurls into something beautiful, as opposed to the hideous canker that was 2020.

Nocturnal transmissions is, as is our January tradition, regrouping at the moment,

such that we might launch into this next period fully prepped and ready to deliver on our promise of regular fortnightly

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Every third episode we release is, after all, only available to our beloved Patreon subscribers. So, what are you waiting for? You could be enjoying some of this for hours he stayed thus then from the roadway he heard the steps coming

they passed the gate crossed the garden He heard the steps coming.

They passed the gate, crossed the garden, approached the veranda,

stopped directly in front of him.

Great heavens!

Rising above the bulwarks, seen plainly in the bright moonlight, is a vast, slobbering mouth. A fathom across.

Told you, which of you left that door?

Doesn't matter, told all of you a dozen hundred times to shut that door!

And suddenly Captain Gannington yelled out in so many words

the grotesque and incredible

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