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A. Merritt The Face in the Abyss, novelette… (1923)

As they wheeled into it Graydon again felt a pang of pity. They were like doomed men marching to execution; hope less; helpless and—drugged. Nay—they were men who had once been slain and drawn inexorably on to a second death!
Never speaking, never turning, with mechanical swing of feet, rifles held slack in limp arms, their march was a grotesquerie tinged with horror.
The new road was darker than the old. He had an uneasy feeling that the rocks were closing high over his head; that what they were entering was a tunnel. The gray lichens rapidly dwindled on walls and underfoot.
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A. Merritt The Face in the Abyss, novelette… (1923)

Soames looked at him, blankly; then stumbled up and stood staring, as though waiting further command. Graydon leaned down and shook Sterrett by the shoulder. The giant mumbled, opened dull eyes; lurched to his feet. Dancre awakened, whimpering.
As they stood before him—gaunt man, little man, giant—a wonder, a fearful wonder, seized him. For these were not the men he had known. No! What was it that had changed these men so, sapped the life from them until they seemed, even as Suarra had said, already dead?
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A. Merritt The Face in the Abyss, novelette… (1923)

They dripped slowly down to the crawling golden stream, were merged with it—were carried to the lip of the abyss
And over into the gulf!
From high over that gulf came a burst of the elfin horns. And now, in that strange light, Graydon saw at last what it was that sent forth these notes—what it was that had beaten out on the moonlit barren the souls of the three; breaking them; turning them into dead men walking.
Their bodies were serpents, sinuous, writhing and coiling, silver scaled. But they were serpents—winged.
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