There are some words best left unspoken - and some books best left unread.
To those ends, a cabal of sorcerers (located somewhere in Eastern Europe) forged for me this bronze Elder Sign protective ward. By its power are prying eyes averted from the monstrous secrets contained between the covers of my notebook - secrets bequethed to me through dealings with those Nameless Powers and Potentates which gnaw mindlessly upon the barrier between worlds, or otherwise wrested from the depths of those nighted, dimensionless abysses which lurk beyond the realm of the visible...
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