Avon Fantasy Reader No. 10 — page 129: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

For answer, he pointed a palsied finger. As I looked, the first beam of morning sunlight slipped through the sky- light above us, and fell obliquely to the floor. In its golden shaft, directly above the chair where Williams had sat, a myriad of infinitesimal atoms were dancing. THe Enp 127 comicbooks.com