The Last Sky

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The Last Sky

Arthur Pendelton III stood alone in the Greenwich Observatory, his breath fogging the cold brass of the telescope. The year was 1888, and London's fog had thickened into something almost alive—yellow, sulfurous, pressing against the windows like a living thing hungry for light. But Arthur was not looking at London. He was looking at the Sun. For three months, the Sun had been bleeding. Not...

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