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Brain One preferred to be called Myrtle. Earth was dead-too dead to suffer the racking pains of life.

Since that tractor beam generator had circled them back at the edge of this forbidden territory, they had marched straight on northward into the unknown, their space-suited captor in the lead, the pack of wytes padding at a distance but covering the rear--a weird assortment of travelers. There is every possible provision for the accommodation of dust, except in the churchyard, where the facilities in that respect are very limited.