On certain nights in the depths of winter, star winds filter down from the depths of infinite space, bearing upon their ineffable currents strange portents from the unreverberate blackness of the abyss - portents which infect the dreams of the more psychically-sensitive of Horsingdon’s populace to produce phantasmagoric visions both marvellous and nightmarish which will haunt the percipients for years to come - portents which further taint the parish’s already-impure soil with their star-spawned contagion.
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