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living in an underground chamber."
Together we moved toward the base of that tower, and
then, as we stood beneath the framework we saw there was
an entrance heavily secured with some strange metal which
glimmered and stood out like a scar upon that red and
barren land. We moved through it, for metal, or rocks, or
anything is no bar to those in the astral. We moved through

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and traversed long red corridors of dead rock until at last
we stood in a very large hall, a hall surrounded by charts
and maps, and strange machines and instruments. In the
center there was a long table at which sat nine very aged
men, all unlike each other. One was tall and thin, and with
a pointed head, a conical head. Yet another was short and
very solid looking. Each of these men was different. It was
clear to us that each man was of a different planet, of a
different race. Human? Well perhaps humanoid would be
a better word with which to describe them. They were all
human, but some were more human than others.
We became aware that all nine were looking fixedly in
our direction. "Ah," said one telepathically, "we have
visitors from afar. We saw you land upon th


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