_What did Fane know about Mercury that he never told? For instance, a push-button war, fifty million years old, that had been put into cold storage ... dead storage ... but maybe not quite dead?_ Red signal lights winked on, on the white walls that surrounded the tiers of bunks there in the belly of the _Sun Child_. Tension sharpened. Crap and card games broke up. Last-minute checking of gear and weapons was dropped, as five hundred men of the Survey Service climbed into their bunks for the deceleration.…
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