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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: of the men and boys of Dunwich were trooping over the roads and
meadows between the newmade Whateley ruins and Cold Spring Glen,
examining in horror the vast, monstrous prints, the maimed Bishop
cattle, the strange, noisome wreck of the farmhouse, and the bruised,
matted vegetation of the fields and roadside. Whatever had burst
loose upon the world had assuredly gone down into the great sinister
ravine; for all the trees on the banks were bent and broken, and
a great avenue had been gouged in the precipice-hanging underbrush.
It was as though a house, launched by an avalanche, had slid down
through the tangled growths of the almost vertical slope. From
below no sound came, but only a distant, undefinable foetor; and
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