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I had been trapped in Innsmouth for seven days before I found what passed for it's bookstore down a dingy lane. Rubbing the grime from a window pane I peered inside...
Imagine my creeping horror as I realised the shelves, the displays, the stands... all stocked with only this book! My eyes were drawn to the ugly curl of the the mouth, so typical of the inbred Innsmouth folk.
Somehow this son of Innsmouth had escaped to spread his insanity...