That we bore electric lanterns, spades, and a curious coil of wire with attached instruments, I will even affirm for these things all played a part in the single hideous scene which remains burned into my shaken recollection.
I will not deny, though my memory is uncertain and indistinct, that this witness of yours may have seen us together as he says, on the Gainsville pike, walking toward Big Cypress Swamp, at half past 11 on that awful night. It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible researches into the unknown. LovecraftĪgain I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think-almost hope-that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a thing.
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