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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: rasped like the scratching of ground glass. AlI this while the
land was getting higher, and finally they came to a wind-swept
table-land which seemed the very roof of a blasted and tenantless
world. There, all alone in the hush and the dusk and the cold,
rose the uncouth stones of a squat windowless building, around
which a circle of crude monoliths stood. In all this arrangement
there was nothing human, and Carter surmised from old tales that
he was indeed come to that most dreadful and legendary of all
places, the remote and prehistoric monastery wherein dwells uncompanioned
the High-Priest Not To Be Described, which wears a yellow silken
mask over its face and prays to the Other Gods and their crawling
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