An overdue note on the Maw

The mouths app[ear] in wake[ful]ness and slumber, the creature’s encroachments are countless, the floor will not cease stirring. We have barred the gates but doubt if they can hold them long. If there is no escape it will be a horrible fate to suffer – but I shall hold

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