At first it just sounded like wind in the trees, but beneath that there’s the guttural whisper of an ancient voice saying “Into the kitchen with you, there’s unspeakable baking to be done.” Now my throat is sore from the endless chanting, my clothing and hair covered in flour, sugar, slime and soot (don’t ask), and I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night, but I wouldn’t dare complain. The Great Old Ones demanded Cthulhumas cookies, so cookies I did make. So very many cookies.
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