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Earth had dropped away. At our side a gulf had opened, an abyss, striking down depth upon depth; profound; immeasurable.
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I looked behind — scores of the cubes were darting from the metal host trailing us; in a long column of twos they flashed Eindhoven by, raced ahead. Far in front of us a gloom began to grow; deepened until we were rushing into blackest night.
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