Dr. Thomas Gray sat in his office at the Providence Eye and stared at the sun data on his screen. The numbers were wrong. They had to be wrong. But they were not wrong.
The sun was accelerating. Hydrogen fusion was speeding up. In four hundred years, it would explode. Three hundred and eighty had already passed. He closed the file. He had seen this data before. Or had he? The memory was fuzzy, like a dream you cannot quite remember when you wake. His grandfather had died in the heat of the Braking Era, murmuring the same words over and over: "Oh, Earth, my...
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