sample-刘慈欣短篇科幻小说合集-V01-202605292030.txt
The Last Observatory The storm came up from the Atlantic like a wall of broken glass. Edmund Halstead climbed the cliff path anyway, his oil lamp swinging in a hand that would not stop trembling, not from the cold, though the cold was deep enough to reach bone, but from something older than cold. The observatory stood at the cliff's edge like a gull waiting to fall, its white dome cracked in...
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