"As the swollen moon leaked it's eldrich glow between the leaden, low-hanging fog that twined and obscenely curled itself around the crumbling granite and moldering marble of the ancient mausoleums that squatted, half-hidden amid the remains of the storm-blasted trees, the thing that called himself Sidney licked his faintly scaled lips with an impossibly long, squamous tongue and thought, "Soon...very soon."

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