On the trail of Yog Sothoth

Those words have been swirling around in my head for days now, ‘Yog Sothoth’ – I have no idea what they mean, but they have a terrible weight to them, so dark and loathsome that I can’t even speak them aloud;  I’ve tried now, twice, and my mouth refuses to form the syllables.  I thought the phrase was a product of my nightmares, those horrifying fever-dreams I endure so often, but now I don’t know.  Now, I think that it’s possible they informed the dreams, instead of being a product of them, because I remembered that I had seem them before…

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