Randolph Higgle, lowly door-to-door prophet of the Old Ones, has been promoted from distributing pocket Necronomicons to bringing about the end of days. The only problem is, he’d like to keep any day-ending or any other extra eldritch horror as far away from his Innsmouth, Massachusetts, as humanly (and inhumanly) possible.
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