Prologue:
The first galactic empire was falling.

Text:
"I don't believe it, of course," said Golan Trevize, standing on the wide steps of Seldon Hall and looking out over the city as it sparkled in the sunlight.

Prologue:
It is at the peak of its strength, but one man does not accept appearances –

Text:
"Thank you," said Trevize.
THE END
(for now)