 What do the settings of Zarwell's comanalyses have in common?
The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. All St. Martin’s has a distinctive smell, as of an arid dried-out swamp, with a faint taint of fish. He alighted from a space ship on still another world—another shift in time—and the atmosphere of conflict engulfed him. When Zarwell arrived, six months before, the vitalized area already extended three hundred miles along the coast, and sixty miles inland. They were loaded with ore that would be smelted into metal for depleted Earth, or for other colonies short of minerals. After its three-thousand-mile journey across scorched sterile rock, it sucked the moisture from a man’s body, bringing a membrane-shrinking dryness to the nostrils as it was breathed in.
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