"Behold, I bring my people light!" But it was a deadly triumph for Klon, wriggling, slimy lord of eternally-veiled Venus. Klon fled from fern to fern like a drifting shadow, circling the new clearing that had been torn in the steamy jungle by the gleaming monster that had come from the eternal fog that clothed his world. He halted now and then, slipped into the stagnant water that covered nine tenths of the planet, and listened for the slightest sound that would warn him of a hidden watcher spying on his movements.…
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