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"...a little on one side of me, I spied something that moved along upon the verge with a sliding writhing motion, seeming like the extremity of a sort of trunk; like the body of a huge serpent... Drawn by horror's fearful traction, I moved to the verge of the parapet and looked down..."Somewhere around the early eighteenth century, young Will Harvell joins a sea voyage in search of a mariner's missing son which gradually finds itself drawn towards an ancient and indescribable terror of the ocean in E. H. V

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"...a little on one side of me, I spied something that moved along upon the verge with a sliding writhing motion, seeming like the extremity of a sort of trunk; like the body of a huge serpent... Drawn by horror's fearful traction, I moved to the verge of the parapet and looked down..."Somewhere around the early eighteenth century, young Will Harvell joins a sea voyage in search of a mariner's missing son which gradually finds itself drawn towards an ancient and indescribable terror of the ocean in E. H. V

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