The Last Observatory of New Albion
The fog that November hung over Greenwich like a funeral shroud, heavy and yellow with coal smoke from a thousand chimneys. Dr. Edgar Voss stood before the great equatorial telescope, his eye pressed to the brass eyepiece, and watched the stars do something no star should ever do. Sirius flickered. Not the ordinary twinkling caused by atmospheric turbulence—he knew the difference between...
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