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14 Stories
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Edgar Rice Burroughs-
142
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Dust-choked canals bleed under a crimson sun. A dying civilization, fractured by ancient betrayals, clings to crumbling ... -
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Robert Sheckley-
93
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The last stars bleed out over chrome canyons, slick with perpetual rain. Sheckley’s fragments aren’t stories so much... -
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Edgar Rice Burroughs-
107
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Crimson dust devils dance across a dying planet, haunted by the ghosts of a forgotten empire. Here, beneath a bruised an... -
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Cordwainer Smith-
67
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Beneath a bruised, perpetual twilight, the last echoes of humanity drift among the star-haunted wreckage of fallen empir... -
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H. G. Wells-
153
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A creeping dread descends with the first crimson fall of Martian fire. Not a tale of heroic resistance, but of unravelin... -
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Frederik Pohl-
131
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Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of abandoned orbital stations. Here, amongst the rusting husks of forgotten c... -
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Jack London-
174
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A creeping dread coils through the shadowed streets of a future San Francisco, where the weight of industry has calcifie... -
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H. Beam Piper-
174
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Dust hangs thick as regret on the forgotten colony world of Foss/Tycho. Here, time isn't merely measured in years, but i... -
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Isaac Asimov-
107
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The chrome chill of orbital stations bleeds into the marrow of regret. Here, amongst the polished steel and recycled air... -
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Harry Harrison-
171
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The rust-colored dust of Xylos clings to everything – bone, metal, memory. A world choked by the crimson sun, where t... -
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Carey Rockwell-
119
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Dust-choked corridors whisper with the ghosts of ambition. The red planet looms not as conquest, but as a slow, metallic... -
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Andre Norton-
108
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The void between stars breathes cold as ice, and Karrion, last of the Star Hunters, walks its shadowed paths. Not for gl... -
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Philip Francis Nowlan-
107
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Dust-choked cities rise from the cracked earth under a perpetual crimson sun. The air itself tastes of ash and regret. T... -
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H. Beam Piper-
171
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Across the star-strewn gulfs of the Hereafter, where the ghosts of Norse warriors ride the solar winds, a shadow falls. ... -