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14 Stories
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Edgar Rice Burroughs-
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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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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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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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E. E. Smith-
148
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Across cold, star-dusted voids where empires crumble to dust and the echoes of ancient wars linger as radiation, a shado... -
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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-
157
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Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of N’Baro, a forgotten colony world clinging to the edge of known space. He... -
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Edgar Rice Burroughs-
192
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Dust-choked canals snake through a dying crimson landscape under the gaze of a triple, sickly moon. Here, amidst crumbli... -
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John W. Campbell-
171
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The void between stars breathes with a cold, alien sentience. Here, on hulks of derelict vessels adrift in the black gul... -
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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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Andre Norton-
50
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Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of forgotten starports, clinging to the chrome skeletons of abandoned freight... -
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Samuel R. Delany-
117
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Dust motes dance in the violet light filtering through the orbital glass of Aptor, a city built on the bones of forgotte... -
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Karel Čapek-
102
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A creeping dread settles with the first manufactured breath. Rust blooms on steel limbs, and the chill of artificial cre... -
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Stanley G. Weinbaum-
52
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The chill of interstellar dust clings to these tales, each a fractured reflection in a void-polished mirror. Weinbaum do... -
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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... -