K i n s l a y e r   The Scaddernak, which was not supposed to be there, dripped rot from the invulnerable flesh. Our emblem had become corrupted, a plagued titan marked by Orgon’s image. Had you not seen it its hate and thereby understood its  strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a Father scolding his children, a fevered dream, a trance laced with horrors having no precedent, an itinerant carnival, an endless journey whose ultimate destination is unspeakable and calamitou