citadel of medicine the great dr lanyon
hearty healthy dapper red faced gentleman
a boisterous and decided manner
death warrant written legibly upon his face
tokens of a Swift physical decay
deep seated terror of the mind
i have had a shock and I shall never recover
in less than a fortnight he was dead
has the greed of curiosity too much command of you
your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of satan
the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night
my arm raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror