Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts of Angkor Wat

[17 October:
Such grim musings as have been occupying my of late unfortunately seem
to suggest a possible link to the of my learned friend and colleague
Doctor Ignatius Stone. brilliant researcher was last seen in command
of all his faculties on an expedition to the ruins of the Sumerian
city of Ur, an undertaking preceded my own work there by some eighteen
months. Stone was a gifted archaeologist who also dabbled, unwisely,
in certain of the occult, particularly involving the various
grotesqueries once worshipped as deities by the ancient denizens of Ur.
Mere days before he ventured into the ziggurats of foreboding,
site, he had dispatched a letter to me claiming that he was
on the verge of a truly staggering arcane discovery at Ur which
simultaneously prove the cyclical nature of civilisation as well as
immediately render redundant all theories on the origin of man.
Whatever befell him within those aeons-old tombs robbed him
irrevocably of his sanity, for when his finally managed to prise
open the stone door of the vast catacomb, which had, I'm told,
inexplicably shut fast behind his three-man party, they found
two of the regularly stalwart men had seemingly of pure fright,
while Stone was against the north wall, staring vacantly into the
gloom, gibbering about by beings so terrible that the very
contemplation of their existence would sunder a man's hold on the
of sanity.
When I later visited him at the in England, I found him to be a
tragic shell of the man I once knew, a man beset by terrors and
wary of the immemorial horrors which he claimed lurked at the periphery
of humanity's perceptions. Indeed, I was glad I had taken a into
I could transcribe his delusional rants, for he had a great deal to
tell me about The Dreamer In The Of Ur: