Tomorrow's Dawn

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Tomorrow's Dawn

The jazz was coming from somewhere below—some speakeasy on Forty-second Street where the gin was bad and the music was good and nobody asked questions about where a young man like me got his education. I sat at my desk in the Office of Deep-Space Monitoring, watching the needle on the shortwave receiver dance across the dial like a drunkard's finger, and I thought about the stars. My name is...

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