Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 270: what you’re looking at

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a low grave of sand over it—but if they used metal detectors the deception was valueless. He was fast, yes, but almost unarmed; they could easily follow his trail down into the labyrinth and locate the vault. Lord, if he had led them here—if his planning and Striving had only resulted in giving the enemy the weapon which would destroy Earth— His hand closed about the butt of his blaster. Silly weapon, stupid poogun—what could he do? Decision came. With a curse, he whirled and ran back into the pyramid. His flash lit the endless downward passages with a dim bobbing radiance, and the shadows swept above and behind and marched beside—the shadows of a million years closing in to smother him. His boots slammed against the stone floor, thud-thud-thud. The echoes caught the rhythm and rolled it boomingly ahead of him. A primitive terror .rose to drown his dismay; he was going down into the grave of a thousand millennia, the grave of the gods, and it took all the nerve he had to keep running and never look back. He didn’t dare look back. Down and down and down, past this winding tunnel, along this ramp, through this passageway into the guts of the planet —a man could easily get lost here. A man could wander in the cold and the dark and the echoes till he died. It had taken him weeks to find his way into the great vault, and only the clues given by Murchison’s report had made it possible at all. Now— He burst into a narrow antechamber. The door he had blasted open leaned drunkenly against a well of night. It was fifty feet high, that door. He fled past it like an ant and came into the pyramid storehouse. His flash gleamed off metal, glass, substances he could not identify that had lain sealed against a million years till he came to wake the machines. What they were, he did not CORniclooo SS CO