The signal came at 3:17 AM on a Tuesday in November 1888, when London was wrapped in a fog so thick it seemed the world itself was holding its breath.
Dr. Edmund Ashworth was the only soul in the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. His assistant had gone home hours ago, but Edmund remained, hunched over his brass telescope and logbooks, cross-referencing spectral data from the past three years. He was a man of forty-two, gaunt and pale from too many nights underground, with eyes that had grown accustomed to the dark. The anomaly was in the...
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