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Довольно бесхитростный закос под лавкрафтовскую поэзию. Простенько, но мило.
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For when he sings in the dark it is the voice of Death crackling between fleshless jaw-bones. He reveres not, nor fears, nor sinks his crest for any scruple. He strikes, and the strongest man is carrion for flapping things and crawling things. He is a Lord of the Dark Places, and wise are they whose feet disturb not his meditations. (Robert E. Howard "With a Set of Rattlesnake Rattles")
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| Этот пользователь поблагодарил Зогар Саг за это полезное сообщение: | Vlad lev (25.08.2023) |