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It's much easier to believe than disbelieve, whether it's a truth or an untruth, when you have to. And when the brain and body are weak ... Classic Fiction Novel
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A Cold Night for Crying
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It's much easier to believe than disbelieve, whether it's a truth or an untruth, when you have to. And when the brain and body are weak ...
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, December 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The snow sifted silently down, clouds of white confetti in the glare of the street lamps, mantling the streets with white, spilling softly from laden, wind-stirred branches, drifting with the wind and embanking the scars and stumps of buildings that remained of what had been the city.
Mr. Friedlander trudged across the wide, quiet avenues, his bare, balding head burrowed low in his tattered collar for warmth, chin against chest, wet feet numb and stinging with cold inside his torn overshoes which could not be replaced until next winter, and then only if the Karadi did not decrease the clothing ration still further.