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The Tomb Part 2
Written By: H.P Lovecraft
Fiction
I have said that I dwelt apart from the visible world, but I have not said that I dwelt alone. This
no human creature may do; for lacking the fellowship of the living, he inevitably draws upon
the companionship of things that are not, or are no longer, living. Close by my home there lies
a singular wooded hollow, in whose twilight deeps I spent most of my time; reading, thinking,
and dreaming. Down its moss-covered slopes my first steps of infancy were taken, and
around its grotesquely gnarled oak trees my first fancies of boyhood were woven. Well did I
come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched their wild dances
in the struggling beams of a waning moon but of these things I must not now speak. I will tell
only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets; the deserted tomb of the Hydes, an
old and exalted family whose last direct descendant had been laid within its black recesses
many decades before my birth.
the companionship of things that are not, or are no longer, living. Close by my home there lies
a singular wooded hollow, in whose twilight deeps I spent most of my time; reading, thinking,
and dreaming. Down its moss-covered slopes my first steps of infancy were taken, and
around its grotesquely gnarled oak trees my first fancies of boyhood were woven. Well did I
come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched their wild dances
in the struggling beams of a waning moon but of these things I must not now speak. I will tell
only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets; the deserted tomb of the Hydes, an
old and exalted family whose last direct descendant had been laid within its black recesses
many decades before my birth.