The Ark of Light
I The jazz band played in the corner of the cafe, their instruments weaving through the smoke like silver threads through dark fabric. Julian Rothschild sat at a corner table, his coffee growing cold beside him, his eyes fixed on the newspaper spread before him. The headline read: LIGHT ARK PROJECT LAUNCHES—MIRROR IN THE SKY TO SAVE EUROPE. He had been a physicist once, before the war, before...
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