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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: greatly accentuated, and we kept very careful track of the various
lateral openings we passed. There was no visible vapor as at the
mouth, but this was doubtless due to the lack of contrasting cooler
air. The temperature was rapidly ascending, and we were not surprised
to come upon a careless heap of material shudderingly familiar
to us. It was composed of furs and tent cloth taken from Lake’s
camp, and we did not pause to study the bizarre forms into which
the fabrics had been slashed. Slightly beyond this point we noticed
a decided increase in the size and number of the side galleries,
and concluded that the densely honeycombed region beneath the
higher foothills must now have been reached. The nameless scent
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