To be precise, three typed manuscripts which together tell a single tale. They are of some antiquity, perhaps a century old, and at a cursory glance purport to have been written by none other than Dr John Watson, a literary figure with whose oeuvre you have a more than nodding acquaintance, to judge by your own recent published output. They were discovered at the back of a closet in Mr Lovecraft’s bedroom, inside a rusty strongbox.
Oh ho, so the tradition continues... Liking the lore here
