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And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.
H. P. Lovecraft
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H. P. Lovecraft
Age: 46 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 20
Died: 1937
Died: March 15
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Howard Phillips Lovecraft
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