In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. “You have killed me. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough.
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