Fourteen Days of Wandering
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
Fifteen Days in, At the Break of Dawn
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
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I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
A great thing made of gold. Down the hill I saw it.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.