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He no longer concerned himself with the sickly amber light that seeped through the panes. Whatever radioactive death the mysterious star that had replaced the sun brought, it would not reach them in time. Picking up his binoculars, he let his gaze fall to the ocean, stretched out hundreds of feet below their dream home: A glass palace built into the side of the cliff at a cost of $123.6 million. The not-quite-humanoid creatures that had crawled from the sea on the third morning following the arrival of the new sun, had made their way a good 100 feet up the rocks now. The tentacles that dripped from below cold, steel shark eyes, reached out probing the stone for handholds. They would be here within hours. He looked back toward his wife, huddled on the Italian leather sofa, arms about their small son. Her own eyes were as cold as the creatures' climbing the cliff wall. He knew what she was thinking. I wanted a house in the mountains.