Aram Jerrold watched helplessly as Santane's beast-rockets screamed into the Void bearing madness to the Thirty Suns, and knew that this was cosmic Armageddon ... the crimson horror of Space-war would smash Galactic Civilization utterly and forever! Yet in his tortured mind a voice from the past commanded: "_You must save something from the ruins!_" The verdict, thought Aram Jerrold wearily, would be death. The Supreme Council itself would demand it. He had rebelled against the Tetrarchy--rebelled senselessly, desperately, without hope of success or escape--and the reckoning had come. The Government of the Thirty Suns would demand his life ... more, if the science of the Security Police wer…
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