Transcriber’s note: This story was published in Galaxy magazine, June 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. [p135]By CHARLES V. DE VET [p 135 ] monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identitieslay the shape of another man—was it himself? was it himself? Illustrated by DILLON HE was walking endlessly down a long, glass-walled corridor. Bright sunlight slanted in through one wall, on the blue knapsack across his shoulders. Who he was, and what he was doing here, was clouded. The truth lurked in some corner of his consciousness, but it was not reached by surface awareness. The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. He walked straight ahead. At the sight of him a man leaning negligently against a stone pillar, to his right but within vision, straightened and barked an order to him, “Halt!” He lengthened his stride but gave no other sign. [p136]Two men hurried through a doorway of a small anteroom to his left, calling to him. He turned away and began to run. [p 136 ]
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