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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: the right. A rain of curious javelins struck the galley as the
prow hit the wharf felling two ghouls and slightly wounding another;
but at this point all the hatches were thrown open to emit a black
cloud of whirring night-gaunts which swarmed over the town like
a flock of horned and cyclopean bats.
The jellyish moonbeasts
had procured a great pole and were trying to push off the invading
ship, but when the night-gaunts struck them they thought of such
things no more. It was a very terrible spectacle to see those
faceless and rubbery ticklers at their pastime, and tremendously
impressive to watch the dense cloud of them spreading through
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