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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: me like a sea and seemed to swallow up my being, so that even the
wildest and most dangerous beast would have been welcome as a
companion. I was as terrified as a child that wakes to find
itself deserted in the dark. Also an uncanny sense of terrors to
come oppressed me, till I could have cried aloud if only to hear
the sound of a mortal voice. Yonder was the grim statue of Fate,
the Oracle of the Kings of the Sons of Wisdom, which was believed
to bow its stony head in answer to their prayers. I ran to it,
eager for its terrible shelter, for on either side of it were
figures of human beings. Even their cold marble was company of a
sort, though alas! over all frowned Fate.
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