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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: instinctive certainty. What in heaven's name could all this mean?
How had I come to know what I knew? And what awful reality could
lie behind those antique tales of the beings who had dwelt in
this labyrinth of primordial stone?
Words can convey only fractionally
the welter of dread and bewilderment which ate at my spirit. I
knew this place. I knew what lay before me, and what had lain
overhead before the myriad towering stories had fallen to dust
and debris and the desert. No need now, I thought with a shudder,
to keep that faint blur of moonlight in view.
I was torn betwixt
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