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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: bones, while more still strewed the floor beneath the desk
and about the chair. A man had died sitting there with his
face buried in his arms--two hundred years ago.
Beneath the desk were a pair of spurred military boots,
green and rotten with decay. In them were the leg bones of
a man. Among the tiny bones of the hands was an ancient
fountain pen, as good, apparently, as the day it was made,
and a metal covered memoranda book, closed over the bones of
an index finger.
It was a gruesome sight--a pitiful sight--this lone
inhabitant of mighty London.
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