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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: countenance of Issus glaring at me through the heavy bars
of a grated door at one side of the chamber.
"Rash mortal!" she shrilled. "You shall pay the awful
penalty for your blasphemy in this secret cell. Here you shall
lie alone and in darkness with the carcass of your accomplice
festering in its rottenness by your side, until crazed by
loneliness and hunger you feed upon the crawling maggots that
were once a man."
That was all. In another instant she was gone, and the dim
light which had filled the cell faded into Cimmerian blackness.
"Pleasant old lady," said a voice at my side.
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