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The Fungi of Yuggoth
XXV: "St. Toad's"
"Beware St. Toad's cracked chimes!" I heard him scream as I plunged into those mad lanes that wind in labyrinths obscure and undefined South of the river where old centuries dream. He was a furtive figure, bent and ragged, and in a flash had staggered out of sight. So still I burrowed onward in the night toward where more roof-lines rose, malign and jagged. No guide-book told of what was lurking here - but now I heard another old man shriek: "Beware St.Toad's cracked chimes!" And growing weak, I paused, when a third grey beard croaked in fear: "Beware St. Toad's cracked chimes!" Aghast, I fled - 'til suddenly that black spire loomed ahead.
-H.P. Lovecraft
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