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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

NATH-HORTHATH

NATH-HORTHATH
"When he entered the city, past the bronze gates and over the onyx pavements, the merchants and camel-drivers greeted him as if he had never been away; and it was the same at the turquoise temple of Nath-Horthath, where the orchid-wreathed priests told him that there is no time in Ooth-Nargai, but only perpetual youth."
H.P. Lovecraft, Celephaïs

 

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