The Amber Lens
The amber light filled the observation chamber like warm honey, and Eleanor Blackwood stood before the great lens and felt the old hunger rise in her chest like a tide she could not hold back. Below her, the Earth turned slowly, a blue marble swirled with white clouds, and above her, the lens itself stretched outward in every direction—a great amber eye gazing into the void. Seventeen years....
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