The Shadow Over the Plains
Silas lived in a house that smelled of damp earth and forgotten prayers. He was the last keeper of the Blackwood Observatory, a crumbling spire of stone and iron that overlooked the endless, grey plains of the South. For forty years, Silas had watched the stars, but for the last decade, he had been watching the gaps between them. The stars were not falling; they were being erased. It began as a...
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