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Five minutes had gone by.
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Eight minutes had passed.
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Nine minutes.
The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. What was to follow?
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“What’s happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the Emperor!” gasped Drake.
I peered down, then almost forgot to count.
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Twelve minutes.
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