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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: force and indescribable stench swept down from the hill to all
the countryside. Trees, grass, and under-brush were whipped into
a fury; and the frightened crowd at the mountain's base, weakened
by the lethal foetor that seemed about to asphyxiate them, were
almost hurled off their feet. Dogs howled from the distance, green
grass and foliage wilted to a curious, sickly yellow-grey, and
over field and forest were scattered the bodies of dead whippoorwills.
The stench left quickly, but the vegetation never came right
again. To this day there is something queer and unholy about the
growths on and around that fearsome hill Curtis Whateley was only
just regaining consciousness when the Arkham men came slowly down
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