The Last Star of Greenwich
I The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow, swallowing the gas lamps whole. From the dome of the Royal Greenwich Observatory, Dr. Archibald Finch could see nothing but the swirling grey that pressed against his windowpanes like a hand. He had spent the last forty-two nights recording the positions of the same one hundred and seventeen stars. The work was exacting and...
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