by Bryce Walton
"DOCTOR SPECHAUG stopped running, breathing deeply and easily where he paused in the middle of the narrow winding road. He glanced at his watch. Nine a.m. He was vaguely perplexed because he did not react more emotionally to the blood staining his slender hands..."
Haunted by their dark heritage, a medieval fate awaited them.... A classic science fiction tale from Bryce Walton.
From Fantasy Book Vol. 1 Number 1 (1947).
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