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The Last Watcher in the Glass Sky I. It was a Tuesday when the sky went mad. I write this many years later, from the edge of the last dome, with dust on my windowsill and a silence that has long since ceased to surprise me. I should begin at the beginning—not with the Tuesday, for that would be to begin at the middle of things—but with the morning that precedes it, when the world was still...
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