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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: hundred and fifty million years ago, gave vent to a nerve-tortured
cry which echoed hysterically through that vaulted and archaic
passage with the evil, palimpsest carvings.
I came only just
short of echoing his cry myself; for I had seen those primal sculptures,
too, and had shudderingly admired the way the nameless artist
had suggested that hideous slime coating found on certain incomplete
and prostrate Old Ones - those whom the frightful Shoggoths had
characteristically slain and sucked to a ghastly headlessness
in the great war of resubjugation. They were infamous, nightmare
sculptures even when telling of age-old, bygone things; for Shoggoths
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