The Night of Hoggy Darn

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 Red-haired Flinter Cole sipped his black coffee and looked around the chrome and white tile galley of Space Freighter Gorbals, in which he was riding down the last joint of a dogleg journey to the hermit planet of New Cornwall.

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The Red Hand

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‘There can be no doubt whatever,’ said Mr. Phillipps, ‘that my theory is the true one; these flints are prehistoric fish-hooks.’ ‘I dare say; but you know that in all probability the things were forged the other day with a door-key.’

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