Dr. Edmund Ashworth held the brass magnifying lens to the gas lamp and stared at the final calculation scrawled across three pages of his notebook. The ink was smudged from his trembling hand, but the
Outside the rotunda of the New Carthage Observatory, the coal smoke of the industrial city had turned the evening sky the colour of bruised iron. Through the great brass telescope, Edmund could see the patch of night sky between the constellation Lyra and the swan—where, over the past forty-three years, he had recorded the gradual dimming of approximately three hundred and seventeen stars. His...
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