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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: singular wound in its throat. His pack had been disturbed, and
several shiny knickknacks taken away, and all round on the dusty
soil' were great webbed footprints for which he could not in any
way account. The legends and warnings of lava-gatherers occurred
to him, and he thought of what had brushed his face in the night.
Then he shouldered his pack and strode on toward Ngranek, though
not without a shiver when he saw close to him as the highway passed
through the ruins a great gaping arch low in the wall of an old
temple, with steps leading down into darkness farther than he
could peer.
His course now lay uphill through wilder and partly
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