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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: as if in the clutch of some compelling fate. Pocketing my torch,
and struggling with a strength that I had not thought I possessed,
I wrenched aside first one titan fragment of stone and then another,
till there welled up a strong draught whose dampness contrasted
oddly with the deserts dry air. A black rift began to yawn, and
at length - when I had pushed away every fragment small enough
to budge - the leprous moonlight blazed on an aperture of ample
width to admit me.
I drew out my torch and cast a brilliant
beam into the opening. Below me was a chaos of tumbled masonry,
sloping roughly down toward the north at an angle of about forty-five
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