The Madness of Sol

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I heard the sun speak on a Tuesday in October, 1893. It was not a voice in the way that voices are. There were no words, no tones, no frequency that could be measured by any instrument I had ever used at the Royal Observatory. It was something deeper. Something that bypassed the ears and went straight into the bone. Arthur Pendleton, I am waiting. I was alone in the observatory. The other...

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