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Thus, it was, however, that he admitted, even with hesitation, that much of the peculiar morbidity that afflicted him could be attributed to a more natural and palpable origin, the call to the severe and continuous illness of the shadow of fear and, indeed, to the evident and imminent approach of death of an entire dimension, in which part of his dear and beloved ally and priestess, in which she was the only company she had had for years, her last and only relative of the dimension.

- Be warned, of the occurrences. He spoke.

- When the death of that dimension comes. – Be prepared. "So, he said, with a bitterness I will never be able to forget.

So, this would make him (the hopeless and fragile one), in which the one who was the last of the ancient line of disciples and successors who would come after Edelgard Usher, the priest was choosing his newest apprentices.

Meanwhile.

As he spoke, priestess Gabrielle the furious, (or at least that's what some of them called them) passed slowly through a remote part of the room and, without noticing my presence, disappeared.

When I looked at her with a mixture of utter amazement and fear, but I couldn't explain what those feelings were due to.

Even in the midst of the fraternization among the priests, in which that was a feeling of stupor that oppressed me with its energy and strength, I walked through its immensity, while my gaze followed its steps towards the hall.

It was when, at last, the door closed behind her, my gaze searched instinctively, and anxiously, for the countenance of his brother, but he had hidden that face of his between his hands, and I could only notice that an unusual pallor had taken hold of the thin fingers, through which they flowed in which they were many passionate tears.

Second, about the reports of the illness of which priestess Gabrielle had long challenged her abilities as specialists and scientists, in which she did research, in which she followed the wave of the power of fixed apathy, a physical devastation in which it was slow and gradual, and frequent.

Even if only for brief moments, in which the series of infections, which they knew about.

Both doubting their intentions and their character in which they were doubtful in which they discovered various symptoms, as well as beings who were tested in another dimension.

In that second reports among scientists, in that these beings that were attacked by the disease, were partially cataleptic, in that they were paralyzed, at times, in that they were the unusual diagnoses even were species of hard marbles.

It was then that the woman in her researches, that she had struggled steadfastly with the solution of a cure for the disease, had not given herself to bed her several patients, but, at the end of the night when I came from the temple, I was sent to help them.

When the many beings under his care, who succumbed to his struggles, as well as some of his fellow-men, what other priests told me in the middle of the night, with an inexpressible agitation) to the prostration power of disease.

In which I realized that this was the brief glimpse I had of his serious person, and that was what he thought was probably the last.

That's when I realized that I wouldn't see that lady anymore, at least as long as I lived.

For several days, his name was not mentioned either by Edelgard Usher, nor was it by me. During this period, I have been engaged in the most important efforts of the

Being that I think this was more than sincere to relieve my friend's melancholy.

When we were going to paint, we were going to see it all together; or he listened, as in a dream, to the improvisations, even being extravagant from his eloquent guitar.

So, it was in this way that as our intimacy grew, I was able to enter with less reservations, even with their spirits, in which the allies were there, the most bitter marks in which I perceived the uselessness with all attempts to cheer a mind whose darkness, as if it were an inherent positive quality, was poured over everyone.

Even though this was the affairs of the moral universe between the forces of the physical in an incessant radiation of melancholy energy.

In that whenever I had the pleasure of bringing it to fruition, in which I will take with me the memories of the several solemn hours, even though I spent alone with the owner of the Sect of Um-Mu.

It was that the event of the destruction of that universe happened, in which I realized, that it happened in which the moment became the end of the misfortune, of the chaos that led to the end of a civilization, however, I could not convey the idea of the exact character of the studies, or the occupations, in which it involved me, or by whose paths it led me towards madness.

This was an exalted and highly unsettling idealization, which cast a shimmering glow over all that happened with his funeral songs in his countless improvisations will echo forever in my ears.

It happened like this, among other things, that I painfully remember the memory of a certain singular perversion and extravagant amplification of the aria from Von Weber's last waltz, in which of the portals and paintings on which his complicated imagination leaned.

Even as they grew, brushstroke by stroke, all this happened to an indefiniteness at which I shuddered (a tremor in which it was all the more disturbing because I knew not its causes, in which of these paintings (vivid as their images are now in my powerful and blackened mind), I would strive in vain to reproduce more than a small part, that would be restricted to the borders of the lowly written words.

In which all this happened for his total simplicity, for the purity of his drawings, he was arrested, and this made him pay attention and make him more entertained.

Even if any mortal has ever managed to paint one of his abilities to forge the power of one of his ideas, that mortal was Roderick Morgan Edelgard Usher.

So, for me, at least, given the circumstances that surrounded me, they arose from pure abstractions that the hypochondriac tried to throw on the screen, even with a sense of intolerable astonishment whose shadow I had never felt, even if not even in the contemplation of the resplendent fantasies, which was certainly, but too concrete, of Fuseli.

Thus, it was that one of my friend's phantasmagorical conceptions, though at that time, even if not so rigid as to the spirit of abstraction, may be better delineated in words, though with a certain superficiality.

A small picture represented the interior of a crypt or one of them heading towards the rather long and rectangular tunnel, with dimensions of fear, in their rawest form low, smooth, and they were so white and without interruptions or ornaments.

So, some of those powers of his, with a few points with his accessories in the composition served well to convey the idea that even then, there could be a matter of war, in which this excavation was at a great depth below with the arrival of his surface from the earth.

He knew that there was no outlet anywhere like that, that even from that expanse, and there was no torch or other source, even though it was artificial of light