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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: the aft. The carven mountains, then, had not stayed squatting
in that rigid semicircle north of Inquanok, with right hands uplifted.
They had duties to perform, and were not remiss. But it was horrible
that they never spoke, and never even made a sound in walking.
Meanwhile the ghoul that was Pickman had glibbered an order
to the night-gaunts, and the whole army soared higher into the
air. Up toward the stars the grotesque column shot, till nothing
stood out any longer against the sky; neither the grey granite
ridge that was still nor the carven mitred mountains that walked.
All was blackness beneath as the fluttering legion surged northward
amidst rushing winds and invisible laughter in the aether, and
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