The Final Day
## ACT I: THE SIGNAL (20%) The fog rolled into Greenwich on that November night like a shroud, thick and yellow as old parchment. Dr. Arthur Blackwood stood at the window of the royal observatory, his knuckles white against the glass, staring down at the gas lamps struggling against the encroaching dark. Three weeks had passed since the first anomaly appeared. Arthur had been recalibrating the...
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