17: A Story of Wandering Davey, Recovered from the Royal Library of Carcosa
“Restricted Section. No Admittance.”~ Sign in the Royal Library of Carcosa
Darrel Correy sat on his front porch, nursing his musket like it was his child. It had been a long and tiresome night for poor Darrel. Strange noises coming out of the woods, stranger remains turning up in the morning, womenfolk getting riled up. Had it been like this when he was a younger man? He suspected not. The world was going mad he would say, absolutely mad. Now here he was, a tanner of good standing in his community, keeping watch through the night as if he were a soldier. Ha! His time for such foolishness had long since past.
Rocks moved and twigs snapped closer to Darrel's cabin than he would have liked, and he signaled his disp
