An ancient predator, a collapsed tunnel, and the mausoleum that refuses to give up its secrets

Right, so picture this: it’s a perfectly ordinary Tuesday in Richmond, Virginia – autumn light doing that amber thing through the oak trees and underneath the Church Hill neighbourhood, the earth simply decides it has had enough. Workers boring through the old railway tunnel in 1925 hear a groan so deep it belongs to the geological record, not any sound a human throat should make. Then the tunnel collapses, and the world above swallows three men whole. If you grew up reading Lovecraft under the duvet with a torch, you already know where this is going.

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