The Flying Dutchman of space was a harbinger of death. But Willard wasn't superstitions. He had seen the phantom--and lived. The only friend in space Willard had ever known was dying. Dobbin's lips were parched and his breath came spasmodically. The tips of his fingers that had so many times caressed the control board of the _Mary Lou_ were now black as meteor dust.…
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