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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: five at that time. These canisters smashed on striking the
ground--they did not explode--and incontinently disengaged
an enormous volume of heavy, inky vapour, coiling and pour-
ing upward in a huge and ebony cumulus cloud, a gaseous
hill that sank and spread itself slowly over the surrounding
country. And the touch of that vapour, the inhaling of its
pungent wisps, was death to all that breathes.
It was heavy, this vapour, heavier than the densest smoke,
so that, after the first tumultuous uprush and outflow of its
impact, it sank down through the air and poured over the
ground in a manner rather liquid than gaseous, abandoning
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