“My words bring freedom and rescue for man!” Jeffery cried
at the passersby in spacious commerce area of the space station. A few people
stood around listening to him, everyone else ignored him.
“Follow me, and you’ll be free from hunger, sorrow, and
cold. We must go down to the planet and find the priest of the Sleeping God. He
will provide for us and make us live without pain.”
“How, Master?” one of the listeners asked.
“I am no master, merely a herald. The priest will confer
the blessings of the Sleeping God and unshackle supplicants from mortal
complaints.”
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