Circles and pentagrams loomed on every hand, and told indubitably of the strange beliefs and aspirations of those who dwelt so squalidly here. In the cellar, however, the strangest thing was found-a pile of genuine gold ingots covered carelessly with a piece of burlap, and bearing upon their shining surfaces the same weird hieroglyphics which also adorned the walls.


The Horror at Red Hook

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мистика

американская литература

американская классика

The Nameless City

The Statement of Randolph Carter

The Street

The Transition of Juan Romero

Pickman&apos;s Model

The Hound

The Cats of Ulthar

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