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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: men rushed across the hall to the small genealogical reading-room
whence the low whining came. For a second nobody dared to turn
on the light, then Armitage summoned up his courage and snapped
the switch. One of the three - it is not certain which - shrieked
aloud at what sprawled before them among disordered tables and
overturned chairs. Professor Rice declares that he wholly lost
consciousness for an instant, though he did not stumble or fall.
The thing that lay half-bent on its side in a foetid pool of
greenish-yellow ichor and tarry stickiness was almost nine feet
tall, and the dog had torn off all the clothing and some of the
skin. It was not quite dead, but twitched silently and spasmodically
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