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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: with palpitant heart at the door of a neat and ancient building
with plastered front. A sad-faced woman in black answered my summons,
and I was stung th disappointment when she told me in halting
English that Gustaf Johansen was no more.
He had not long survived
his return, said his wife, for the doings sea in 1925 had broken
him. He had told her no more than he told the public, but had
left a long manuscript - of "technical matters" as he said - written
in English, evidently in order to guard her from the peril of
casual perusal. During a walk rough a narrow lane near the Gothenburg
dock, a bundle of papers falling from an attic window had knocked
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