By a route obscure and lonely,                             
                    Haunted by ill angels only,                                
                    Where an Eidolon, named Night,                             
                    On a black throne reigns upright,                          
                    I have reached these lands but newly                       
                    From an ultimate dim Thule--                               
                From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,                   
                         Out of Space--out of Time.                            
                                                                               
                -- Edgar Allan Poe, "Dream-Land"                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                        The Ritual Of Purification                             
                                                                               
                                                                               
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