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Martin Wording sat in the cafe, reading his newspaper, but not really applying himself to the words on the thin, stormy gray pages. The idea of the engine was burned into the back of his mind, dominating his thoughts and his fantasies.
I could make it, he thought to himself. I could make it to Mars.
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