STANDING at the controls, be¬ radiant white sun whose blazing cir¬ side me, the silent steersman cle seemed to fill the heavens before raised his hand for a moment us, the mighty star of Canopus, vast¬ to point forward through the pilot est of all the Galaxy’s thronging suns. room’s transparent…
Weird Tales · Pulp magazines
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