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There are a bunch of skiffs out on a slow-moving river. They’re dragging the water for my body. There’s a low, dense fog that the first light of morning cannot penetrate. Dogs on the shore are letting loose low, rumbling growls. There’s something beneath the surface. The same thing that dragged me under and made short work of me. Something ancient and eldritch... This record feels like turning the pages of your favorite horror novel. It’s brilliant in all respects. Buy it now. justanoldgod