The fog that night clung to the dome of the Royal Observatory like a shroud, thick and yellow with the breath of a thousand chimne...
It began with a star in the constellation Lyra. Vega, or what had been Vega, Thomas noted in his leather-bound journal on the fourteenth of November. A point of light diminished to nothing over the course of six days. He had attributed it to cloud cover, to the failing optics of the instrument, to the weakness of his own eyes. But on the twenty-second, when he turned his telescope toward Altair...
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