This time, we follow the good High Priest to the far future, to the final continent of Earth, Zothique, for a a tale of ennui and love: Morthylla.
Without impulses, other than that of an urgent desire for solitude, he turned his steps toward the suburbs, avoiding the neighborhood of taverns and lupanars, where the populace thronged.
A lupanar is a brothel, so called because the ancient Romans supposedly likened the sounds of whores to the howling of wolves. Of course, if your brothel happens to be a hideout for werewolves, calling it a lupanar is more than appropriate.
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