The Keeper of Meridian Archive
I. The lecture hall at the Meridian Community Center smelled of floor wax and old paper, a combination that Marcus Johnson found more invigorating than any university auditorium. He stood at the front of the room, a chalkboard behind him covered in equations and star charts, and looked out at the faces that had come to listen on this cold November evening in 1924. They were not astronomers....
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