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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: idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim
his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult
had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done
by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose
again, and ravening for delight.
Three men were swept up by
the flabby claws before anybody turned. God rest them, if there
be any rest in the universe. They were Donovan, Guerrera, and
Angstrom. Parker slipped as the other three were plunging frenziedly
over endless vistas of green-crusted rock to the boat, and Johansen
swears he was swallowed up by an angle of masonry which shouldn't
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