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H. P. Lovecraft

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The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
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"Dagon" - Written Jul 1917; First published in The Vagrant, No. 11 (November 1919)

 
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