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The Doom of Philo NecriacI haven't much time...She will be here soon, and the moment she steps over the threshold my life will be at an end. Let me therefore be as succinct as I can...The Doom of Philo Necriac by Chaosfive-55
It was Hedley, the disreputable dealer in antiquities, who told me of the consignment from Valdemar; he knew of my interest in that ancient, accursed kingdom and was hoping that I'd take the bait, so he accosted me this evening at my club.
"A genuine ebony coffin, seventeenth-century Valdemar, Mr. Necriac," he leered, rubbing his grubby hands and ignoring the haughty disapproval of the head waiter who'd led him to my table. I waved the merchant of dubious wares into the chair opposite mine and poured him a glass of claret, which he downed with gusto.
"And from whom did you steal this coffin, Hedley?" I asked.
"Now, Mr. Necriac! You know me--I never steal anything! I just don't ask questions when one of my purveyors happens to bring me