Everything that is appropriate to say about this final entry of the current grimoire has been said in the general introduction, "Mortal Dreads," with the possible exception of this:
There is a curse over the door to my tomb. It says, Beware all ye who enter here—because herein lie the proofs of observation that we are all as one, living in the same skin, each of us condemned to handle the responsibility of our past, our memories, our destiny as elements in the great congeries of life. And if you find these dark dreams troubling, perhaps it is because they are your dreams.
It's been nice visting with you.
And when next the full moon rises, and the sounds from beyond the campfire are ominously semihuman, we will gather again and I'll listen to your tales and then write them up in my way, and give them back to you.
Until that time.