
They said the ghosts of the house owner and his family still read the unholy book they kept.

Local women were talking about a ruined house in central Coverside, near the radio tower on the crossing of Landing Avenue and Kingsport Street. The archives say it is on Bourbon Road, between Innsmouth Road and Oak Street. The private hospital in western Reed Heights where the surgeon worked has been abandoned. Still, there is somewhere else the tome may be.

I snuck in and checked out his place, but in vain. After being stolen from the Throgmorton museum, it was bought by a local surgeon who was found dead in his house after the Flood. It took a lot of effort to track down this book. The witch who wrote this confession lived in eastern Reed Heights, somewhere north of the intersection between Communion Road and Museum Avenue. This book hides itself from mortal eyes, waiting for the witches to be reborn and return to reclaim it. Among these documents is a confession: one of the witches said the devil himself granted them a book with words of power. A dozen witches were hanged on a huge apple tree that still grows near the cider mill. The local legends may be more than mere superstition. This knowledge must not be lost, as it could be our kind's last hope for enlightenment! Please, be the bearer of this light, for I have failed. I have cast my lot, and am beyond saving, but the seven books must be saved at any cost. My studies have drawn the attention of vile forces. Please come to my room, which is just opposite yours! I am in despair. My life is in danger, and I cannot trust anyone in this city.

The Writings of a Desperate Scholar A Plea for Help ĭear Mr Reed, I understand that you are the private eye that caught the murderer in the port.
