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Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges. And ever under them the city crumbled.
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I felt neither wrath nor pity. Through me beat a jubilant roaring pulse — as though I were a shouting corpuscle of the rushing hurricane, as though I were one of the hosts of smiting spirits of the bellowing typhoon.
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That these four-pronged, moving little shapes that screamed and ran were — hideous?
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Something deep within me fought to speak — fought to tell me that this thought was not human thought, not my thought — that it was the reflected thought of the Metal Things!
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The drum beat tapped at my humanity,Canada Goose Camp Hooded, became a dolorous knocking at my heart.
It was the sobbing of Cherkis!
The gross face was shrunken,CG Menn Hybridge Jakke, the cheeks sagging in folds of woe; cruelty and wickedness were wiped from it; the evil in the eyes had been washed out by tears. Eyes streaming, bull throat and barrel chest racked by his sobbing, he watched the passing of his people and his city.
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Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount. Packed between us and the immense white structures that crowned it were thousands of the people. They fell on their knees before us, prayed to us. They tore at each other, striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was themselves. They beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries; they climbed the pillars; they swarmed over the golden roofs.
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We closed down upon them — over them!
The dreadful sobbing ceased. I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily upon a shoulder,Belstaff Snaefell Bunda; the eyes closed.
The Destroying Things touched. Their
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