No one had ever escaped from Venus' dread Stellar Legion. And, as Thekla the low-Martian learned, no one had ever betrayed it and--lived. Silence was on the barracks like a lid clamped over tight-coiled springs. Men in rumpled uniforms--outlanders of the Stellar Legion, space-rats, the scrapings of the Solar System--sweated in the sullen heat of the Venusian swamplands before the rains. Sweated and listened.…
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