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THE ESCAPE ROUTE ROD SERLING He lay on the sweat-logged, soggy sheets—his ice-cube-blue eyes, set deep in a bald, bullet head, staring up at the cracked ceiling; his aching middle-aged body pleading for sleep, but his
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