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Exit-point was far removed from there. 'So where did Belos surface?' 'Surface' is the wrong word. Rather he 'descended'. Inside the sphere he fell. He was aware of falling - as if into hell! It was as if he plunged down the throat of a great white luminous shaft whose walls were so far distant he could not see them. He fell and yet at no great speed or so he believed. And he must have been correct in that belief for when he emerged he was still falling! He fell out of.
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As time passed he became more and more sure that the fantasy was reality. He fancied he could feel the dark man's breath on the back of his neck. He was about to make a lunge at the door open it and flee upstairs no matter what when Tom did it for him. The arm around Nick's shoulders was suddenly gone. The next instant the door of the storm cellar banged open letting in a flood of dazzling white light that made Nick raise a hand to shield his good eye. He caught just a ghostly wavering glimpse of Tom Cullen staggering and stumbling up the stairs and then he followed groping his way in the dazzle. By the time he got to the top his eye had adjusted. He thought that the light hadn't been so bright when they went down and saw why immediately. The roof had been torn off the barn. It seemed to.
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