Below is the final 18 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
Three bodies washed up from the Innsmouth bay on the evening of November first. One was a man with a badly damaged face and chunks missing out of him as if removed by the jaws of uncharacteristic sharks. The second was Mildred, found in perfect repose near the mouth of the Manuxet. The third was a well-scoured skeleton but for the ragged throat, legs, and feet.
Its face and midsection looked as if all the soft bits had been ripped out, and its bones dutifully nibbled by whatever creatures had found it in the sea. Its arms had been pulled from the sockets of its barely muscled shoulders.
Gaslight flickered off the bubbled panes of the library’s windows like moonlight off water…
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