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Cthulhu
still
lives
,
too
,
I
suppose
,
again
in
that
chasm
of
stone
which
has
shielded
him
since
the
sun
was
young
.
His
accursed
city
is
sunken
once
more
,
for
the
Vigilant
sailed
over
the
spot
after
the
April
storm
;
but
his
ministers
on
earth
still
bellow
and
prance
and
slay
around
idol-capped
monoliths
in
lonely
places
.
He
must
have
been
trapped
by
the
sinking
whilst
within
his
black
abyss
,
or
else
the
world
would
by
now
be
screaming
with
fright
and
frenzy
.
Who
knows
the
end
?
What
has
risen
may
sink
,
and
what
has
sunk
may
rise
.
Loathsomeness
waits
and
dreams
in
the
deep
,
and
decay
spreads
over
the
tottering
cities
of
men
.
A
time
will
come
--
but
I
must
not
and
can
not
think
!
Let
me
pray
that
,
if
I
do
not
survive
this
manuscript
,
my
executors
may
put
caution
before
audacity
and
see
that
it
meets
no
other
eye
.