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From the far horizons of the unknown come transcribed tales of new dimensions in time and space.

These are stories of the future, adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds.

The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with street and smith publishers of astounding science fiction presents.

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Tonight's story, nightfall by Isaac Azimov.

Ralph Waldo Emerson speculated if the stars should appear one night in a thousand years,

how would man believe and adore and perceive for many generations the remembrance of the

city of God?

This was philosophically interesting, but on the edge of the galaxy a planet swings on

its orbit in a cluster of six suns.

These suns hang in the sky above, nevertheless then two shine down through the entire 23.8 hours

of the planet's day.

The yellow light has burned down on the planet continuously, into the past till the mind

of man runneth not to the contrary.

Theraman was a reporter for the Saro City Chronicle, he covered them all from the night police

beat to politics to the sports pages, and the city editor wanted him to cover the biggest

story of the year, perhaps of all time.

It was an interview, a particularly difficult interview, but then since his first days

as a cub Theraman had specialized in difficult interviews, it cost him bruises, black eyes

and broken bones, but it had gotten him an ample supply of coolness and self-confidence.

He didn't expect violence, though, from an astronomer.

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