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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: terrible place he uttered the cry that was suitable. But that
he need not have done, for even as his lips opened he heard the
chorus wax and draw nearer, and saw swift shadows against the
stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to hill in gathering
legions. The call of the clan had been given, and before the foul
procession had time even to be frightened a cloud of smothering
fur and a phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously
upon it. The flutes stopped, and there were shrieks in the night.
Dying almost-humans screamed, and cats spit and yowled and roared,
but the toad-things made never a sound as their stinking green
ichor oozed fatally upon that porous earth with the obscene fungi.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
