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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze
the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from
them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden eons which
chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it.
That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from
an accidental piecing together of separated things - in this case
an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope
that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly,
if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous
a chain. I think that the professor, too intented to keep silent
regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his
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