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THE CITY THAT WAS ALIVE.
Close beside us was one of the cyclopean columns.

We crept to it; crouched at its base opposite the drift of the Metal People; strove, huddled there, to regain our shaken poise.

Like bagatelles we felt in that tremendous place, the weird luminaries gleaming above like garlands of frozen suns, the enigmatic hosts of animate cubes and spheres and pyramids trooping past.
They ranged in size from shapes yard-high to giants of thirty feet or more.

They paid no heed to us, did not stop; streaming on, engrossed in whatever mysterious business was summoning them.