The mesa's cliffs were as smooth and shiny as glass and perfectly straight, as if cut by a fine saw. The four men felt awed by the massive structure towering above them, at least a thousand feet high. They paused to marvel for a while, all feeling a tinge of fear that the whole thing might topple over on them. Eventually, each man had to look away, dizzy, their senses overcome by the mesa's unnatural, looming presence.

"I've never . . .

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