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| 1 | 192 | View more quotes about late">Late one afternoon, after work, I returned to my apartment. |
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| 1 | 189 | In the rush of working, in the interminable, demanding jungle of detail required in my trade, the memory of Cabot was forced from my mind. |
| 1 | 190 | There is perhaps little more to say here, other than the fact that I have not seen him again. |
| 1 | 191 | Though I have reason to believe he lives. |
| 1 | 192 | Late one afternoon, after work, I returned to my apartment. |
| 1 | 193 | There—in spite of the locked doors and windows—on a coffee table before the settee, was a second manuscript, that which now follows. |
| 1 | 194 | There was no note, no explanation. |
| 1 | 195 | Perhaps, as Tarl Cabot once remarked, "The agents of the Priest-Kings are among us". |