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When tales fly thick in the grottoes of tritons, and conches in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder Ones, then great eager vapours flock to heaven laden with carnation, citrus, and cedar.
And Great Cthulhu emerges from the shower.
(via Wil Wheaton.)
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Published: Sep 19, 2010 02:31 pm