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  • By millions of years, time winged onward through eternity, to the end - the end, of which, in the old-earth days, I had thought remotely, and in hazily speculative fashion. And now, it was approaching in a manner of which none had ever dreamed.

    William Hope Hodgson (2015). “The House on the Borderland: Horror Stories Collections”, p.75, 谷月社