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... Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak, it is cold, and the virtue has gone out of everything. Words drift through his mind: anguish turnips conjunctions illness defeat string parties no parties urns desuetude disaffection claws loss trehizond napkins shame stones distance fever antipodes mush glaciers incoherence labels miasma amputation tides deceit mourning elsetvards …
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Further Fiends: More Creations Governed by the Laws of the Monstrous (and an oracle to aid in such divinations)
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