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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox,
and my uncle had recognized him as the youngest son of an excellent
family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture
at the Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys
Building near that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth
of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from chidhood
excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he
was in the habit of relating. He called himself "psychically hypersensitive",
but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him
as merely "queer." Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped
gradually from social visibility, and was now known only to a
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