Alone on Mars, yet not alone ... For old Barton’s younger selves lived on, hating, tormenting him for his living proof that their hopes were dead! The old man felt his heart grow small and like a cool stone. He felt the wind blowing in off the dry Martian seas and the blue hills of Mars. After twenty years of silence and cobwebs and now, tonight, on his eightieth birthday, with a ghastly scream, this phone had wailed to life.…
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