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Part One
Wehungontheironringswithourhandsandourfeet.Wecouldseenothingbelowus.Andaboveustheholeopenupontheskygrewsmallerandsmaller,tillitcametobethesizeofabutton.Butstillwewentdown.Thenourfoottouchedtheground.Werubbedoureyes,forwecouldnotsee.Thenoureyesbecameusedtothedarkness,butwecouldnotbelievewhatwesaw.
Nomenknowntouscouldhavebuiltthisplace,northemenknowntoourbrotherswholivedbeforeus,andyetitwasbuiltbymen.Itwasagreattunnel.Itswallswerehardandsmoothtothetouch;itfeltlikestone,butitwasnotstone.Onthegroundtherewerelongthintracksofiron,butitwasnotiron;itfeltsmoothandcoldasglass.Weknelt,andwecrawledforward,ourhandgropingalongtheironlinetoseewhereitwouldlead.Buttherewasanunbrokennightahead.Onlytheirontracksglowedthroughit,straightandwhite,callingustofollow.Butwecouldnotfollow,forwewerelosingthepuddleoflightbehindus.Soweturnedandwecrawledback,ourhandontheironline.Andourheartbeatinourfingertips,withoutreason.Andthenweknew.
WeknewsuddenlythatthisplacewasleftfromtheUnmentionableTimes.Soitwastrue,andthoseTimeshadbeen,andallthewondersofthoseTimes.Hundredsuponhundredsofyearsagomenknewsecretswhichwehavelost.Andwethought:“Thisisafoulplace.TheyaredamnedwhotouchthethingsoftheUnmentionableTimes.
