lost in the struggle on that night of horrors.

The strange things of the past which I learnt during

those nocturnal meetings with the dead he dismisses as the fruits of my lifelong and
omnivorous browsing amongst the ancient volumes of the family library. Had it not been for
my old servant Hiram, I should have by this time become quite convinced of my madness.
But Hiram, loyal to with a lantern into the murky depths. On a slab in an alcove he found an
old but empty coffin whose tarnished plate bears the single word
Jervas. In that coffin and in that vault they have promised me I shall be buried.
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