The Stratosphere Sacrifice
By the time Arthur Pendelworth understood he would never return to earth, the moon was already three nights old and the fog had settled over London like a shroud. But he remembered, with a clarity that hurt, the morning he had been taken from Yorkshire — how the cold water from the well had burned his fingers, how the camels had looked at him with their patient, knowing eyes, as though they...
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