Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) Yule : Miskatonic Valley Yuletide Festival Limited Edition Perfume Oil (Limited)
Beside the road at its crest a still higher summit rose, bleak and windswept, and I saw that it was a burying-ground where black gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the snow like the decayed fingernails of a gigantic corpse. The printless road was very lonely, and sometimes I thought I heard a distant horrible creaking as of a gibbet in the wind. They had hanged four kinsmen of mine for witchcraft in 1692, but I did not know just where.
Despair and desolation in a potter's field: black soil and memories of screams on the pyre.
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