Avon Fantasy Reader No. 8 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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64 FRANK BELKNAP LONG, JR. Well sir, I threw the vile thing into the river, but first I smashed it against the planks on the wharf until it looked like nothing on earth under the stars. “And that’s the end of you!” I shouted as it sank. I ought to have got a medal for that, but I ain’t complaining. It isn’t every man has the pleasure of calling himself a disinterested benefactor of humanity. - EComichooksnco