This story has been unavailable for quite a while. This is the original unedited version of the first Cthulhu Mythos story I wrote in nearly 20 years, as a gift for the readers on my website. There have been a couple of hundred since then, millions of words worth of tentacles and terror. How long had it been since he last slept? He had no idea. The light changed from red to green, and Jones moved on out of force of habit.

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row,. That mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,. Loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high.