Michel Drawers crumpled the enormous star-map in his big hairy arms and let it drop from listless fingers. It floated slowly to the ground, scarcely claimed by the infinitesimal gravity of the tiny sky-rock. Hopelessly he gazed aloft, searching, with an air of finality the immense sweep of the cosmos for some familiar sign--a well known constellation, perhaps, that might be utilized as a sign post of space.…
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