ocr: Out of the unimagi inable 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 euer wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogetherl crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, I nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposing human beings but something I camnot and must not recall. 2 Route: 92/14w23 92/4th1 92/13 */* 1/60th5 1/30 .ORIGIN: 092/014 RHAPSODY IN BLUE BBS - EDGEWOOD, KY ...
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