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The following are excerpts from handwritten notes discovered secreted in a hidden alcove in the
west wing of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London England. Sealed in a leather canister, the aged
script was accompanied by an ornate bronze key of unknown origin. The author of the journal remains
unidentified, and the artifact was only chanced upon following the museum's partial destruction
during the spring of 1941...

[Fragmentary entry I:]

I have come into possession of a certain ancient book, a collection of arcane scrawlings reputed to
have been derived from an even earlier transcription, allegedly lost during the great fire of 1666.
The Chthonic Chronicles! I cannot disclose here the precise and rather unsavory means by which I
acquired this weather-worn tome, but I immediately recognized the veracity of the fevered
inscriptions contained within. Apparently derived from an incomplete Latin translation of the
original source material, the text sporadically lapses into an indecipherable tongue which the
translation cryptically notes as being Old High Atlantean. Glyphs, sigils, occult pictograms, six
score and ten oblations to some malign entity of colossal evil... some diabolical avatar of the
Z'xulth. Khthon! I must delve further into the foreboding depths of this great black book...

[Fragmentary Entry II:]

Caught in the maleficent whorls and verticals of this dark tome... but what lies at the heart of
it? A vespertine viper's nest of sublime wickedness! What I discovered within this shadow-haunted
volume was a terrifying axiom so inestimably terrible in its magnitude that it would shatter all
man's carefully orchestrated views of the cosmos and render utterly redundant previous theories on
the origin of humankind. Lore dating from time immemorial; lore surviving in the records of long
extinct civilizations, be it inscribed upon parchment now crumbled to dust, etched into the
sand-whipped, glyph-scored stone of hoary temples, or committed to verbal traditions long since
ingrained into some collective tribal memory. This is no globally common myth cycle, no collection
of universally allegorical folk tales; it is all cold, pitiless truth! And yet, such enlightenment
has not been a prize easily won... I have communed with native shamans, consulted with misanthropic
diabolists. I have confronted the martial agents, acolytes and cultists of clandestine sects who
would see their knowledge safeguarded at all costs. Hildebrandt and Quorum have treacherously
attempted to have me committed to the baleful confines of Grimm's Hold Sanitarium, yet I have
circumvented their insidious plot to put an end to my vaunted research. Damn their traitorous eyes!
I must confer with Blackthorne upon his return from the Peruvian expedition... or mayhap Stone if
ever the poor wretch regains his sanity...

Stygian gramarye, etched with blasphemy,
Whorls and verticals, black with baleful spells,
Vespertine conjurings, doomsayer's prophecy,
Pellucid lotus-dreams, spawn of the elder fiends,
Cryptic halls, squamous mass, malevolent diabolist,
Black desire, knighted woe, shunned and forbidden tome,
Brooding dark, deepest night, ritual, abhorrent sight,
Whispering, malignity, hearken to the summoning!

[Fragmentary Entry III:]

What titanic demi-gods once strode the boiling surface of the young earth, treading the shattered
surface of mighty Pangaea beneath their ersatz feet? What fearsome entities were already
inestimably ancient when mankind himself was naught but a collection of mindless random atoms, a
viscous puddle of gelid protoplasm teeming with the raw materials of life, transient cells of
primordial slime, all naught but malleable and tractable clay to be worked at by unimaginable
sculptors, immortal star-spanning fiends! What inhuman eyes even now watch the inconsequential
toilings of man from afar? The answers to these quest