Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 201: what you’re looking at

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A, MERRITT 203 ours were what fed the Metal Things. “Within those currents is the spirit of earth. And always they have been supercharged with strife, with hatreds, warfare. Were these drawn in by the Things as they fed? Did it happen that the Keeper became —tuned—to them? That it absorbed and responded to them, growing ever more sensitive to these forces—until it reflected humanity?” “Who knows, Goodwin—who can tell?” Enigma, unless the explanations I have hazarded be accepted, must remain that monstrous suicide. Enigma, save for inconclusive theories, must remain the question of the Monster’s origin. If answers there were, they were lost forever in the slag we trod. It was afternoon of the second day that we found a rift in the blasted wall of the valley. We decided to try it. We had not dared to take the road by which Norhala had led us into the City. The giant slide was broken and climbable. But even if we could have passed safely through the tunnel of the abyss there still was left the chasm over which we could have thrown no bridge. And if we could have bridged it still at that road’s end was the cliff whose shaft Nor- hala had sealed with her lightnings. So we entered the rift. Of our wanderings thereafter I need not write. From the rift we emerged into a maze of valleys, and after a month in that wilderness, living upon’ what game we could shoot, we found a road that led us into Gyantse, In another six weeks we were home in America. My story is finished. There in the Trans-Himalayan wilderness is the blue globe that was the weird home of the lightning witch—and looking back I feel now she could not have been all woman. There is the vast pit with its coronet of fantastic peaks; its symboled, calcined floor and the crumbling body of the inexplicable, the incredi- ble Thing which, alive, was the shadow of extinction, annihilation, hov- ering to hurl itself upon humanity. That shadow is gone; that pall ~ withdrawn. But to me—to each of us four who saw those phenomena—their les- son remains, ineradicable; giving a new strength and purpose to us, teaching us a new humility. For in that vast crucible of life of which we are so small a part, what other Shapes may even now be rising to submerge us? In that vast reservoir of force that is the mystery-nlled infinite through which we roll, what other shadows may be speeding upon us? Who knows? GOGO .S (GO)