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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: this time the great black shapelessnesses that lurk and caper
and flounder in the abyss. Before he fully realised what had happened
he was back in his familiar room at the inn at Dylath-Leen, and
the stealthy, friendly cats were pouring out of the window in
streams. The old leader from Ulthar was the last to leave, and
as Carter shook his paw he said he would be able to get home by
cockcrow. When dawn came, Carter went downstairs and learned that
a week had elapsed since his capture and leaving. There was still
nearly a fortnight to wait for the ship bound toward Oriab, and
during that time he said what he could against the black galleys
and their infamous ways. Most of the townsfolk believed him; yet
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