The Dimension Elegy

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I The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. Evelyn Cross stood at the telescope in the Hampstead observatory, her breath fogging the brass fittings, and watched the stars perform a trick they had never performed before. They were wrong. Not wrong in the way astronomers sometimes are when they miscalculate a trajectory or...

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