Something heard shuffling about in the belfry which none of the congregation dare investigate; something called forth during a forbidden rite by a rector of dubious morality and heterodox beliefs; something unspeakably ancient and invested with all the malignance of a blindly indifferent cosmos; something which, nightly, stirs within the darkness of the steeple of a Horsingdon church to disturb parishoners' sleep with nightmare visions drawn from some undimensioned zone of unutterable horror.
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