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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: had little expectancy of ever seeing the watchers again.
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were rumblings under the hills that night, and the whippoorwills
piped threateningly. Once in a while a wind, sweeping up out of
Cold Spring Glen, would bring a touch of ineffable foetor to the
heavy night air; such a foetor as all three of the watchers had
smelled once before, when they stood above a dying thing that
had passed for fifteen years and a half as a human being. But
the looked-for terror did not appear. Whatever was down there
in the glen was biding its time, and Armitage told his colleagues
it would be suicidal to try to attack it in the dark.
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