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    West of Arkham the hills rise wild and there are valleys with deep woods that no ax has ever cut. There are dark, narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glimpse of sunlight. When I went into the hills and vales to survey for the new reservoir, they told me the place was evil. They told me this in Arkham, and because that is a very old town, full of witch legends, I thought the evil must be something which grandmas had whispered to children through centuries. Then I saw the dark westward tangle of glens and slopes for myself and ceased to wonder at anything besides its own elder mystery. In the style of cksc, dreadmirthart, anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ style painting, DB4RZ,
    I hope the dammed water that covers this place will be very deep. But even then I will never drink it. There are only a few of us that remember the strange days now. What touched this place cannot be quantified or understood by human science. It was just a color out of space, a messenger from realms whose existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the gulfs that it throws open before our frenzied eyes. In the style of cksc, dreadmirthart, anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ style painting, DB4RZ,
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