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"
Mister
,
you
’
re
invaded
,
only
you
don
’
t
know
it
.
You
must
have
escaped
.
"
"
I
haven
’
t
escaped
;
there
was
nothing
to
escape
.
What
do
you
mean
?
I
’
m
on
my
way
to
a
festival
now
at
the
canal
,
near
the
Eniall
Mountains
.
I
was
there
last
night
.
Don
’
t
you
see
the
city
there
?
"
The
Martian
pointed
.
Tomas
looked
and
saw
the
ruins
.
"
Why
,
that
city
’
s
been
dead
thousands
of
years
.
"
The
Martian
laughed
.
"
Dead
.
I
slept
there
yesterday
!
"
"
And
I
was
in
it
a
week
ago
and
the
week
before
that
,
and
I
just
drove
through
it
now
,
and
it
’
s
a
heap
.
See
the
broken
pillars
?
"
"
Broken
?
Why
,
I
see
them
perfectly
.
The
moonlight
helps
.
And
the
pillars
are
upright
.
"
"
There
’
s
dust
in
the
streets
,
"
said
Tomas
.
"
The
streets
are
clean
!
"
"
The
canals
are
empty
right
there
.
"
"
The
canals
are
full
of
lavender
wine
!
"
