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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: swath being a mile to the left, where the ancient river had doubtless
flowed through the town into the mountains.
Our field glasses
showed the external, horizontal bands of nearly effaced sculptures
and dot groups to be very prevalent, and we could half imagine
what the city must once have looked like - even though most of
the roofs and tower tops had necessarily perished. As a whole,
it had been a complex tangle of twisted lanes and alleys, all
of them deep canyons, and some little better than tunnels because
of the overhanging masonry or overarching bridges. Now, outspread
below us, it loomed like a dream fantasy against a westward mist
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