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"
Meteorite
,
do
you
suppose
?
"
he
had
asked
.
Powell
shrugged
.
"
To
hell
with
that
.
It
does
n't
matter
.
Let
's
get
out
.
"
A
towering
cliff
of
a
black
,
basaltic
rock
cut
off
the
sunlight
,
and
the
deep
night
shadow
of
an
airless
world
surrounded
them
.
Before
them
,
the
shadow
reached
out
and
ended
in
knife-edge
abruptness
into
an
all-but-unbearable
blaze
of
white
light
,
that
glittered
from
myriad
crystals
along
a
rocky
ground
.
"
Space
!
"
gasped
Donovan
.
"
It
looks
like
snow
.
"
And
it
did
.
Powell
's
eyes
swept
the
jagged
glitter
of
Mercury
to
the
horizon
and
winced
at
the
gorgeous
brilliance
.
"
This
must
be
an
unusual
area
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
general
albedo
of
Mercury
is
low
and
most
of
the
soil
is
gray
pumice
.
Something
like
the
Moon
,
you
know
.
Beautiful
,
is
n't
it
?
"
He
was
thankful
for
the
light
filters
in
their
visiplates
.
Beautiful
or
not
,
a
look
at
the
sunlight
through
straight
glass
would
have
blinded
them
inside
of
half
a
minute
.
Donovan
was
looking
at
the
spring
thermometer
on
his
wrist
.
"
Holy
smokes
,
the
temperature
is
eighty
centigrade
!
"
Powell
checked
his
own
and
said
:
"
Um-m-m
.
A
little
high
.
Atmosphere
,
you
know
.
"
