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[17 October: 1893]



Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem



to suggest a possible link to the fate of my learned friend and colleague



Doctor Ignatius Stone. That brilliant researcher was last seen in command



of all his faculties whilst on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian



city of Ur, an undertaking which preceded my own work there by some eighteen



months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, perhaps unwisely,



in certain areas of the occult, particularly involving the various



grotesqueries once worshipped as Cthonic deities by the ancient denizens of
Ur.



Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of that foreboding,



mystery-haunted site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he was



on the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which would



simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of human civilisation as well as



immediately render redundant all previous theories on the origin of man.



Whatever misfortune befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed him



irrevocably of his sanity, for when his attendants finally managed to prise



open the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told,



inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man torch-bearing party, they found



two of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly expired of pure fright,



while Stone was slumped against the north wall, staring vacantly into the



gloom, gibbering about visitations by beings so terrible that the very



contemplation of their existence would sunder a man's tenuous hold on the



reins of sanity.



When I later visited him at the sanatorium in England, I found him to be a



tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by imagined terrors and



ever wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the periphery



of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a journal into



which I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal to



tell me about The Dreamer In The Catacombs Of Ur: