High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendour of the sunset. “We had better follow this path,” I said, “northward.” My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student working for an […]
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