
And as the child searched among the wicker-bushes, he came upon a great tree, blacker than the deepest void in all creation. The child, trembling with primal fear, touched the bark of the tree, and found that the wood felt as if it were aflame. Terrified, he struggled to pull his hand away, but found that the branches of the tree were holding his arm fast. The child shrieked in fear and in pain as a branch began to split his stomach in two, and his childlike voice was replaced by the howls of a being of unimaginable hatred.
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In Contempt of the Sun
Ea Wgah'nagl Fhtagn
From The Blood Of The Old One
The Fall
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