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They backed away, as if they dared not touch us. Then they smiled, but it was not a gay smile; it was lost and pleading. But still we could not speak. THEY BACKED AWAY AS IF THEY DARED NOT TOUCH US THEN THEY SMILED BUT IT WAS NOT A GAY SMILE IT WAS LOST AND PLEADING BUT STILL WE COULD NOT SPEAK
 tracks glowed through it, straight and white, calling us to follow. But we could not follow, for we were losing the puddle of light behind us. So we turned and we crawled back, our hand on the iron line. And our heart beat in our fingertips, without reason. And then we knew. We knew suddenly that this place was left from the Unmentionable Times. So it was true, and those Times had been, and all the wonders of those Times. Hundreds upon hundreds of years ago men knew secrets which we have lost. And we thought: “This is a foul place. They are damned who touch the things of the Unmentionable Times.” But our hand which followed the track, as we crawled, clung to the iron as if it would not leave it, as if the skin of our hand were thirsty and begging of the metal some secret fluid beating in its coldness. We returned to the earth. International 4-8818 looked upon us and stepped back. “Equality 7-2521,” they said, “your face is white.” But we could not speak and we stood looking upon them. ACKS GLOWED THROUGH IT STRAIGHT AND WHITE CALLING US TO FOLLOW BUT WE COULD NOT FOLLOW FOR WE WERE LOSING THE PUDDLE OF LIGHT BEHIND US SO WE TURNED AND WE CRAWLED BACK OUR HAND ON THE IRON LINE AND OUR HEART BEAT IN OUR FINGER TIPS WITHOUT REASON AND THEN WE KNEW WE KNEW SUDDENLY THAT THIS PLACE WAS LEFT FROM THE UNMENTIONABLE TIMES SO IT WAS TRUE AND THOSE TIMES HAD BEEN AND ALL THE WONDERS OF THOSE TIMES HUNDREDS UPON HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO MEN KNEW SECRETS WHICH WE HAVE LOST AND WE THOUGHT THIS IS A FOUL PLACE THEY ARE DAMNED WHO TOUCH THE THINGS OF THE UNMENTIONABLE TIMES BUT OUR HAND WHICH FOLLOWED THE TRACK AS WE CRAWLED CLUNG TO THE IRON AS IF IT WOULD NOT LEAVE IT AS IF THE SKIN OF OUR HAND WERE THIRSTY AND BEGGING OF THE METAL SOME SECRET FLUID BEATING IN ITS COLDNESS WE RETURNED TO THE EARTH INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT LOOKED UPON US AND STEPPED BACK EQUALITY SEVEN TWO FIVE TWO ONE THEY SAID YOUR FACE IS WHITE BUT WE COULD NOT SPEAK AND WE STOOD LOOKING UPON THEM
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