THE BROTHER'S LIGHT
The blue light came on a Tuesday in March, 2047. It appeared above the stratosphere like a second moon, except it wasn't a moon—it was a fleet. A fleet of ships, each one the size of Manhattan, arranged in a perfect geometric pattern that stretched from horizon to horizon. They didn't land. They didn't communicate. They just hung there, bathing the Earth in a soft blue glow that everyone could...
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