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There
was
a
touch
of
fire
across
the
sky
,
and
an
instant
later
the
auxiliary
rocket
landed
beyond
the
camp
.
Spender
watched
as
the
small
port
opened
and
Hathaway
,
the
physician
-
geologist
—
they
were
all
men
of
twofold
ability
,
to
conserve
space
on
the
trip
—
stepped
out
.
He
walked
slowly
over
to
the
captain
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Captain
Wilder
.
Hathaway
gazed
out
at
the
distant
cities
twinkling
in
the
starlight
.
After
swallowing
and
focusing
his
eyes
he
said
,
"
That
city
there
,
Captain
,
is
dead
and
has
been
dead
a
good
many
thousand
years
.
That
applies
to
those
three
cities
in
the
hills
also
.
But
that
fifth
city
,
two
hundred
miles
over
,
sir
—
"
"
What
about
it
?
"
"
People
were
living
in
it
last
week
,
sir
.
"
Spender
got
to
his
feet
.
"
Martians
,
"
said
Hathaway
.
"
Where
are
they
now
?
"
"
Dead
,
"
said
Hathaway
.
"
I
went
into
a
house
on
one
street
.
I
thought
that
it
,
like
the
other
towns
and
houses
,
had
been
dead
for
centuries
.
My
God
,
there
were
bodies
there
.
It
was
like
walking
in
a
pile
of
autumn
leaves
.
Like
sticks
and
pieces
of
burnt
newspaper
,
that
’
s
all
.
And
fresh
.
They
’
d
been
dead
ten
days
at
the
outside
.
"
