The day before yesterday, at the end of the afternoon, the sky tinted with a gloomy blue color and the air smelled like ashes and burnt wood. There was a great fire in Niebla – which is still going on, ay– and suddenly the slow summer twilights lost their clearness and got that ominous tone – which Lovecraft liked a lot – that did not foretell anything good. People, on the street, looked up. “What’s going on?” he wondered. Some people knew there…
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The day before yesterday, at the end of the afternoon, the sky tinted with a gloomy blue color and the air smelled like ashes and burnt wood. There was a great fire in Niebla – which is still going on, ay– and suddenly the slow summer twilights lost their clearness and got that ominous tone – which Lovecraft liked a lot – that did not foretell anything good. People, on the street, looked up. “What’s going on?” he wondered. Some people knew there…