Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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’ Very ordinary things they are today, but they were the— Hidden Treasure of Kalin by E. C. TUBB HE room was small and damp, heavy with the combined odours of must and mildew, of stale air and staler filth, A vaguely rotting smell, a mingling of wet and dry, of rancid fat and reeking hides, of mould and human odours, of dirt and slow decay. The walls were of rough stone, windowless, laced with heavy beams and _ plastered with crude mortar made from mud and manure. The roof was low and blackened with smoke, sweating with damp and sending little rivulets of moisture trickling over the stained plaster. Rough boards formed the floor, uneven, the 63 bark still clinging to their gaping edges, a few skins . doing little to stop the gaps. Rough, too, were the cup- boards and chairs, the one great table and the row of shelves, all made of hand- hewn _ timbers, crudely fashioned and primitive in their utter lack of design or artistry. A door pierced one wall, its gaping planks resting on sagging hinges of mouldy leather, and a hide curtain hung over a group of shelves. Books rested in neat array on the splintered surface of the wood; books with crumbling pages and covers soiled and blotched by damp and age. 4 comicloooks.com