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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: them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden eons which
chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it.
That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from
an accidental piecing together of separated things - in this case
an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope
that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly,
if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous
a chain. I think that the professor, too intented to keep silent
regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his
notes had not sudden death seized him.
My knowledge of the thing
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