Falken nodded. And Miner Hilton said,
"I'm not afraid, now." He looked at the trees that hung over them,
waiting, and shook his head. "I don't understand. Now that I know I'm
going to die, I'm not afraid."
Sheila's green eyes were soft and misty. She kissed Hilton, slowly and
tenderly, on the lips.
Falken turned his back and stared at the twisted ugly trees. He didn't
see them. And he wasn't thinking of the Unregenerates and the world
he'd won and then lost.
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