[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
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It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded
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the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within
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the catacombs of Ur.
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Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
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[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
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Trapped forever in the catacombs of Ur...
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your screams are heard in Babylon!
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[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
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Warnings etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
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Entombed within the ziggurats!
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[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
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Behold the great Cthonic deities of Ur...
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Your screams are heard in Babylon!
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[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
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Here, beneath the eternally shifting sands, I sought
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enlightenment... but found only damnation!
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[The Chief Cultist of Ur:]
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You have defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!
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[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
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Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm, here
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between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
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seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
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Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
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Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, Usurper of the skies.
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Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore,
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Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) once more,
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The Dreamer shall arise!
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Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
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the Dreamer in the catacombs is risen!
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How many of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis and
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how many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do I
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wish to.
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[20 October, 1893]
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I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
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astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free
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of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of
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far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons
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of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the
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ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
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civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
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the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved into the
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antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakable
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aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in this
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incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore
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with information gleaned from other sources on the same theoretical subject,
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I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
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transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures
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once towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
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endure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most
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resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly
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an elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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In Search Of The Lost Cities Of Antarctica:
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The Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur
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| Bal-sagoth |
