The Arc of the Sky
Dr. Alistair Thorne adjusted the brass micrometer on the great refractor, his fingers trembling slightly despite the woolen gloves he wore even inside the observatory. The moon hung in the clear December sky above the Dorset cliffs, and where its upper hemisphere should have been, there was simply nothing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Nothing. As if a celestial eraser had passed over the firmament...
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