The Edge of What Can Be Known
Eleanor MacLeod had spent her entire adult life learning to distinguish signal from noise. This was what science was, as far as she could tell: the slow, patient work of separating meaningful patterns from the chaos of random variation. She had been good at it. She had been trained by the best minds at Edinburgh, and she had internalized their methods so thoroughly that she could no longer see...
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