The Chronology of the White Void
The world ended in a flash of absolute purity, and for Arthur Winthrop, the end was the only part that made sense. He stood in the control room of the Cheshire facility, watching through a telescope as the southeast coast of England was converted into a landscape of liquid gold. Eight hundred beams of concentrated sunlight, a network of orbital mirrors he had spent thirty years designing, were...
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