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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: us to this unearthly polar waste in the first place. We saw several
penguins as we passed along, and speculated on the distance we
would have to traverse. The carvings had led us to expect a steep
downhill walk of about a mile to the abyss, but our previous wanderings
had shown us that matters of scale were not wholly to be depended
on.
Alter about a quarter of a mile that nameless scent became
greatly accentuated, and we kept very careful track of the various
lateral openings we passed. There was no visible vapor as at the
mouth, but this was doubtless due to the lack of contrasting cooler
air. The temperature was rapidly ascending, and we were not surprised
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