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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: we had to go alone and unprepared into uncharted darknesses.
For a time the dream artist used a palette of the doctor's
vague memories of things Egyptian, he painted a new roll of
the Book of the Dead, at a copy of which the doctor had been
looking a day or so before. Sir Richmond became a brown naked
figure, crossing a bridge of danger, passing between terrific
monsters, ferrying a dark and dreadful stream. He came to the
scales of judgment before the very throne of Osiris and stood
waiting while dogheaded Anubis weighed his conscience and
that evil monster, the Devourer of the Dead, crouched ready
if the judgment went against him. The doctor's attention
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