At least one night each week, Ervil LeBaron continues to experience his awful, recurring dream....
Ervil is walking the streets of Innsmouth, passing hybrids and normal citizens. Whereas before the hybrids would stare suspiciously, now they pay no attention. The normal residents, who were merely skittish before, are now almost openly fearful. Passing by a store window, Ervil catches his reflection in the glass: to his horror, his own features are distorted by prominent symptoms of the dreaded "Innsmouth Look"
At this point, Ervil always wakes up sweating, often screaming. He wishes he had never learned about his cursed family heritage. And the mysterious second wife who produced 3 children for his great-grandfather. Could he himself really have the Innsmouth taint?
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