The Eternal Meridian
I. The seventh night of the star's light, Edmund Windsor woke to a world that had ended while he slept and did not yet know it. The rose-nebula hung in the sky above Windsor Manor, taking up a fifth of the heavens, bright enough to cast shadows on the manicured lawns. It had been burning for seven nights and seven days, a second sun the color of crushed roses and cold fire. The servants called...
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