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dining room, with Mott bringing up the rear.
    Ed tried to get one last glimpse of Julia, to wave to her or something, but it appeared that old Mrs. Starks had already pulled her away.
    He would probably never see her again … Ah well, she was the Rector’s daughter, what did he expect?
    Not to be this heavy-hearted about it… Don’t be a rutting idiot, pining away, you barely just met the girl!
    But he was concerned, as well. Would she be safe here, with whatever strange goings-on were happening?
    He’d have to make sure someone found out. The magistrate, the churchmen in town… He’d do what he must to expose these queer doings and make sure the Rector’s daughter was safe. They might not want to listen to “a mere cripple,” but he’d MAKE them listen, somehow.
    Now, the Rector led them down a long hall hung with religious paintings, towards an open door, beyond which were worn wooden steps leading down.
    “We can access the cavern through the cellar,” the Rector explained, heading down into the near darkness. Ed followed, Reverend Mott stomping behind him, walking stiffly yet with enough speed to keep up with them.
    The faint lamplight half-revealed many shapes in the long basement room. There were gridded iron racks arranged along the walls, with little glass balls set every few feet into the grid of the ironwork. The glass balls were inlaid with gleaming silver, and some kind of silver-coated ropes or cords were wound throughout the racks.
    One device near the stairs was something like a half-scale church organ, with a wooden cabinet and rows of iron pedals and keys. The “pipes” of the organ were iron and topped with two-pronged silver wands that looked like giant roasting forks. The device had silver ropes running out of it which snaked out across the floor and were attached somehow to the iron racks on the walls.
    Is that what they made with all of those materials they ordered? , Ed wondered. What the hell is really going on here?
    At the bottom of the steps, the Rector motioned them forward. Ed had gone a dozen paces, walking cautiously along the uneven cellar floor and being mindful of his bad foot, when the Rector stopped and suddenly waved to someone in the shadows.
    A bearded man in servant’s clothes emerged from the dark beyond the lamplight. He held a device in his hand, a strange crystal rod with a two-pronged silvery tip.
    “Ah, Mister Starks. Thank you.” The Rector turned to Ed, smiling—and grabbed his arms.
    He was impossibly strong. His hands were like iron clamps, and he raised Ed off the floor without so much as a grunt of effort.
    “What the—?“ Ed gasped. He tried to think, but the Rector’s red-eyed glare made his mind sluggish. Somewhere deep down, though, he knew that he was in serious trouble.
    “Sir, upon your honor…” Ed said, appealing to the Rector’s station, “I surely won’t tell anyone about anything. I told you I wouldn’t … You might let me go home, as you’d promised before?”
    The Rector shook his head, smiling. “A despised cripple with nothing much to lose? I think you would tell. You’d have to let someone know the terrible secrets of the Rector’s estate. I didn’t want to alarm my dear daughter, but this has to be done. We need another test subject anyways, and it can’t wait.”
    The bearded servant-man, Mister Starks, moved forward and touched the cold tips of the two-pronged rod to Ed’s forehead.
    Before he could scream out or even squirm, Ed’s mind was swallowed by an abyss of blackness.

Chapter 7
     
    Alone alone alone alone.
    They put me here!
    Hate hate hate. Ten thousand thousand years of hate.
    I, Croatoan, remember them—dying then—
    Ed Bolt was watching—forced to watch, submerged in the thing’s memory—and he saw them too.
    Countless multitudes of long-limbed creatures with elongated heads and lambent red eyes.
    Like the thing in the pit?
    They are my kind, yes--but I hate them now!, screamed an awful hissing