[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science-Fiction, May 1944. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] John McBride stood on the roof garden of Satan's Hotel, looking across the River Styx at Sharon. To his left, the River Styx emptied into the Sulphur Sea, and in the evening sky to his right, the dancing flames lighted the cloud banks over Mephisto, where the uranium smelters worked on a nonstop plan.…
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