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"Where is my son?" said Redwood.
"He is all right. The Giants are waiting for your message."
"Yes, but my son-..."
He passed with Cossar down a long slanting tunnel that was lit red for a moment and then became dark again, and came out presently into the great pit of shelter the Giants had made.
Redwood's first impression was of an enormo