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MESSAGE TO AN ALI EN I Dalt on t ossed t he scorched, plast ic encased diagram on t he Territ orial Governor' s wide, not recent ly polished desk. The man seat ed t here prodded t he document wit h a st ylus as if t o see if t here were any life left in it . He was a plump lit t le man wit h a wide, brown, soft - leat her face finely subdivided by a maze of hairline wrinkles. "Well, what ' s t his supposed t o be?" He had a brisk, no- nonsense voice, a voice t hat said it had places t o go and t hings t o do. He pushed out his lips and blinked up at t he t all man leaning on his desk. Dalt on swung a chair around and sat down. "I closed up shop |
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