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of hot air from the register was as dry as only super-cooled and reheated air can be; in ten minutes it
had sucked the moisture from the coverall. They still hadn't come for me. They thought I had gone
over the side with the others.
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seen before, standing by the bench looking back toward the ship, which was half-hidden behind ice
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* * *
An hour later the landing craft scraped bottom and the engines growled to a stop��and still
nobody had yanked the door open and hauled me out into the cold. I eased back up beside the
driver's padded bucket seat
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in place. It went down with a heavy clang that I heard even through the insulated car. Two men in
cold-suits splashed over it
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