Greg whistled soundlessly. "A long way from home."

* * * * *

Far away, the stars were tiny pinpoints, like little crystals shining by

the reflection of a light. Pinpoints of light and shimmering masses of

lacy silver ... star dust that seemed ghostly and strange, but was in

reality the massing of many million mighty stars. And great empty black

spaces where there was not a single light, where the dark went on and on

and did not stop.

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