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17 October: 1893Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seemto suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned friend and colleagueDoctor Ignatius Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in commandof all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumeriancity of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteenmonths. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely,in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the variousgrotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of Ur.Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding,mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he wason the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which wouldsimultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well asimmediately render redundant all previous theories on the origin of man.Whatever misfortune befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed himirrevocably of his sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to priseopen the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told,inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party, they foundtwo of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly expired of pure fright,while Stone was slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly into thegloom, gibbering about visitations by beings so terrible that the verycontemplation of their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on thereins of sanity.When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be atragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors andever wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the peripheryof humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal intowhich I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal totell me about The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur:

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