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And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.
Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.
What his fate would be, he did not know; but he felt that he was held for the coming of that frightful soul and messenger of infinitys Other Gods, the crawling chaos, Nyarlathotep"
