It looms, as I stand in the shadows’ length, Amazed before a cyclopean Door. Immense it rises there, in sullen strength. Strength that many a tempest bore. On the threshold, with sudden pause, I hear a ghostly echo of titanic claws. My soul, whose fears I cannot quell Bids me kneel down and murmur low Incantations of warding, as I know Therein anci...
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