The mercenaries of the war lords had fought their last paying fight. They--the war lords--the civilization was bankrupt-- There were no stars. The ruined landing field was lit by dancing shadows from a huge bonfire. With forlorn, hollow eyes the broken towers looked down upon the field, the leaping flames, and the one battered space boat. Beyond the dancing fire the night waited threateningly.…
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