THE GHOST STAR
Act I — The Spark The candle had burned down to its last stubborn ridge when Edgar found it. Three pages of his uncle's handwriting, smudged by what might have been rain or tears or the trembling of an old man's hand, contained a set of observations that made no sense. Not the gentle nonsense of astronomy—the kind that leads to pleasant corrections and polite footnotes—but the hard, geometric...
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