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| ——Out ... of that Yeasty Whirlpool Came My Love, | 103 |
| It was the Face of One Alone with Death, | 177 |
| There was a Hum and a Flick as the Rope Parted, | 220 |
| It was the Last Worship of the Priests of Cay, | 253 |
| “It’ll Soon be Over,” I Said, | 296 |
| A Red Storm of Lava Dashed in a Cloud of Steam to the Far End of the Lake | 305 |