As Halloween draws spookily near, we're turning back the clock and summoning tales of horror from the Great Old One himself, H.P. Lovecraft. No, not Cthulhu. We're talking about the Elder Gods who haven't been made into beer koozies and plush fanny packs. Gods like Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void...

That's you, by the way. You are the audient void. So dim the lights, and give a listen to the words of the great master himself, as read by your humble servant.

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Whew. Take a deep breath, now. Here, why don't you take a nice, relaxing flight over Bonner and Milltown? That always does it for us.