The Siykulans demanded pay for Myra and Steve's freedom. The price was small--merely the losing of their sanity in the spider's ray-trap. Myra Horn awoke from her nap on the couch in the control room and looked at her husband. He was hunched over the Simplimatic 50-Button control board of their sleek Skypiercer space-launch, peering through the vision shield with a grim intensity.…
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