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THE ROOT OF THE MATTER

Morcello, being of Italian stock, Neapolitan to be precise, was naturally horrified to be stepping out of his spaceship into darkest Gabon, teeming with the damnable inferior race and dripping with humidity. He removed a silk embroidered handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed his brow with the grace of a silent film actress. His diminutive servant Sumar waddled out...
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