West of Arkham, the town of Aylesbury is an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen...
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West of Arkham, the hills rise wild. An unwholesome air clings to their dark slopes, and strange things whisper in the shadows of the trees. But the town of Aylesbury is a bastion of light against this primordial gloom, an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen...
The tramp steamer Star of Mauritius is found drifting outside New York, a dead man at her helm. The rest of the crew is missing, presumed lost overboard. What secrets lie within her rusting hull?
"All I ask is that you see the hill, then look me in the eye and tell me whether or not I have lost whatever marbles I still possess." Whatever could your cousin's mysterious letter mean?
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Your cousin Andrew has moved into his father's house in the countryside after falling into hard times during the Depression, and having no other choice. You've always known he didn't like the house, and his most recent letter suggests he's gone a bit strange in his isolation, and seeing unexplainable things:
"The neighbours saw they saw and heard nothing that night. In the cold light of day, I fear that they might be right, that I am losing my mind. Could you come out for a weekend, maybe? Like old times. I will put you up and give you a good meal, you and anyone else you care to bring. Make a holiday out of it!" All he asks is that you investigate the odd hill the house stands on, and tell him whether or not he's lost his mind.
1937. The shadow of old gods falls across Europe, unleashing dark forces. What causes sinister agents to spy on an obscure professor of Icelandic archaeology - and who can stop them?
1937. The shadow of old gods falls across Europe, unleashing dark forces. What causes sinister agents to spy on an obscure professor of Icelandic archaeology - and who can stop them?
Olmstead's report of Innsmouth would be unbelievable, but enough rumours surround that odd town that you're going undercover to find evidence of real, verifiable crimes - not this fish-men nonsense.
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Considered in isolation, the account given of events in Innsmouth by young Mr. Olmstead would be utterly unbelievable - but enough rumours and incidents cluster around that isolated, unfriendly town to warrant a closer look. As Federal agents, your task is to travel to the sea-port of Innsmouth and carry out an undercover investigation. Look for evidence of bootlegging, forgery, organised crime. Real, verifiable crimes, not the nonsense about fish-men and sea-gods spouted by that unstable young chap. You're not nervous, impressionable antiquarians like him; you're sober, level-headed G-Men. You'll find the truth in Innsmouth.
The inhabitants of Long Shore wake to discover the corpse of a titanic sea creature rotting on their beach. A group arrive to investigate, but some things are best left buried in the deep.
West of Arkham, the town of Aylesbury is an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen
Description:
West of Arkham, the hills rise wild. An unwholesome air clings to their dark slopes, and strange things whisper in the shadows of the trees. But the town of Aylesbury is a bastion of light against this primordial gloom, an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen
West of Arkham, the town of Aylesbury is an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen
Description:
West of Arkham, the hills rise wild. An unwholesome air clings to their dark slopes, and strange things whisper in the shadows of the trees. But the town of Aylesbury is a bastion of light against this primordial gloom, an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen
West of Arkham, the town of Aylesbury is an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen
Description:
West of Arkham, the hills rise wild. An unwholesome air clings to their dark slopes, and strange things whisper in the shadows of the trees. But the town of Aylesbury is a bastion of light against this primordial gloom, an outpost of modernity on the edge of darkness. But out here, even the light becomes strange and sour, and reveals things best left unseen