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22102	Coppel, Alfred	The Hills of Home			.txt	text/plain	3244	341	93	victims borne into this Valley Dor by the mysterious Iss. Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked "You're a lonely man, Colonel Kimball----" Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. attack the white Therns and their Plant Men. For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. silence, studying the red figure of the man who was to ride the rocket. Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. You know that," Steinhart said. Kimball said: "I talked too much." Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched "I wish you luck, Kim," Steinhart said. "Kim," Steinhart said slowly. Kimball was watching the sky again. He dreamed of that summer when the river lay still and deep under the And Steinhart: "_What is reality, Kimmy?_" Kimball knew that voice.	./cache/22102.txt	./txt/22102.txt