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Centauri, issue 2, Winter 1944
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Page 18 Centauri - SECRET OF ATLANTIS - and a great blackness swallowed me. When sight came again I was within a body; his body. Victory! I had forced his mind into submission. I seized Rhoda by the throat. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh. The scream never came. A wild, unreasoning fear blazed in her eyes. I gouged my thumbs deeper, till her face turned blue and her breast ceased to quiver. She wilted, and I held her neck a moment longer. I threw her lovely body on the floor; I kicked it. Damn her... Someone was pounding on the door. Rhoda's aunt. Quickly I left the man's body; hovered near the window overlooking the enclosed garden. The tall fellow jumped to his feet a look of horror and amazement on his face. I laughed and laughed, if a shadow can laugh. I whirled around, wild with glee. Curse him; he'd swing for this. He wouldn't be breaking up any more engagements. The room became a mad confusion of policemen and excited on-lookers. I floated out of the window, free...but on my soul burned a great raw wound. Perhaps I had pushed Rhoda into his arms. On the very eve of our wedding...no, that was too much. Apparently she had known him a long time. I had done the right thing... [Image of a man in a suit strangling a woman in an evening gown in front of an arched window.] In my study again I could scarcely believe that the sights I had witnessed were real, and not a distorted dream. I knew better than that. I glanced at my watch. 1:46. The same day? It had to be. My whiskers hadn't grown; I wasn't tired. I had been in Portland over half an hour. Nearly a thousand miles in a few seconds...Time traveling? Had this design no limits? Sleep that night was impossible, but that orgy of loneliness and despair gave me a daring idea. An escape. The escape a dreamer seeks. Escape
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Page 18 Centauri - SECRET OF ATLANTIS - and a great blackness swallowed me. When sight came again I was within a body; his body. Victory! I had forced his mind into submission. I seized Rhoda by the throat. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh. The scream never came. A wild, unreasoning fear blazed in her eyes. I gouged my thumbs deeper, till her face turned blue and her breast ceased to quiver. She wilted, and I held her neck a moment longer. I threw her lovely body on the floor; I kicked it. Damn her... Someone was pounding on the door. Rhoda's aunt. Quickly I left the man's body; hovered near the window overlooking the enclosed garden. The tall fellow jumped to his feet a look of horror and amazement on his face. I laughed and laughed, if a shadow can laugh. I whirled around, wild with glee. Curse him; he'd swing for this. He wouldn't be breaking up any more engagements. The room became a mad confusion of policemen and excited on-lookers. I floated out of the window, free...but on my soul burned a great raw wound. Perhaps I had pushed Rhoda into his arms. On the very eve of our wedding...no, that was too much. Apparently she had known him a long time. I had done the right thing... [Image of a man in a suit strangling a woman in an evening gown in front of an arched window.] In my study again I could scarcely believe that the sights I had witnessed were real, and not a distorted dream. I knew better than that. I glanced at my watch. 1:46. The same day? It had to be. My whiskers hadn't grown; I wasn't tired. I had been in Portland over half an hour. Nearly a thousand miles in a few seconds...Time traveling? Had this design no limits? Sleep that night was impossible, but that orgy of loneliness and despair gave me a daring idea. An escape. The escape a dreamer seeks. Escape
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