The Astral Lament
Act I The fog came in thick that November of 1888, pressing against the windows of the Vance townhouse in Chelsea like a living thing seeking entry. Eleanor Vance stood at her father's desk in the study, surrounded by papers that told a story no living soul had yet understood. The stars were going dark. Not all at once, not in any dramatic fashion that would draw the attention of the Royal...
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