You descend a staircase too long to fit inside the house it belongs to. It seems to extend as though it were a hellish esophagus and leads to where you dare not consider. A thing sits at the bottom, in the darkness. Neither man nor ghost not creature of flesh and bone it wails and suffers, performing the music of all accursed manifestations. It is the Preomnor, and its hunger is terrible!
• 100% ringspun cotton
• 4.5 oz (153 g/m2)
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
• Quarter-turned to avoid crease down the center