Labels:text | graphics | graphic design | screenshot OCR: Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of the cold flame, out of the tartarean leagues through which the oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever who 1 ly grasp, or sound brain ever who l ly remember . They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposing human beings but something I cannot and must not recall. ........ ........ ........ .............. ....... ........ ...... ...... ++ ........ ......
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