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In the pathetic light of a weak moon, nightmares would stride from the sickly Sumps inner.
No doubt now, somebody was living in Karkosh again.
In the dirt-yellow light they came and behind them they would, with string and chain and rope, drag along Hades.
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A li’ll ol’ teaser and wip for some Outgardian Nonsense I’ve been tinkering with. Mixing some Bosh and Breugel with John Blanche’s Sump crews.
Now Since I don’t want to intrude uninvited on the Outgard project I’ll be placing myself in a sump far beyond the thousand lakes:)
Hope you like it!