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Seven-plus-seven years ago, I took it upon myself to journey in search of the site hosting Aleister Crowley's earthly remains.
Did I travel to the misty moors of the Scottish Highlands? Sadly, no.
Did I travel to the ancient, sun-baked shores of Sicily? Not quite.
Did I travel to the gloomy ports of Salem, or as many now know it, Arkham? Not this time.
Did I descend into the dank, corpse-lined catacombs beneath the Eternal City of Rome?