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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: was as nauseating as the actual odour given off by the toadlike
lunar blasphemies. Then the two parties of the ghouls swarmed
into sight and joined the silhouetted panorama. Javelins began
to fly from both sides, and the swelling meeps of the ghouls and
the bestial howls of the almost-humans gradually joined the hellish
whine of the flutes to form a frantick and indescribable chaos
of daemon cacophony. Now and then bodies fell from the narrow
ridges of the headlands into the sea outside or the harbour inside,
in the latter case being sucked quickly under by certain submarine
lurkers whose presence was indicated only by prodigious bubbles.
For half an hour this dual battle raged in the sky, till upon
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