The Observatory of Madness
The storm came in from the moors like a living thing, throwing itself against the stone walls of the abandoned observatory with fists of wind and rain. Inside, Arthur Blackwood sat before his telescope, his breath coming in shallow gasps that had nothing to do with the cold. Through the eyepiece, the supernova in Andromeda blazed like a wound in the sky. But it was not the supernova that made...
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