PART ONE: THE GOLDEN THREADS
The year was 1888, and the Royal Observatory at Greenwich wore its fog like a mourning veil. Astronomer Thomas Blackwood stood alone at the great refractor telescope, his breath fogging the brass fittings. He had been watching the sun for seventeen nights, recording the same anomaly each evening: a faint golden shimmer, like threads of spun gold woven across the solar surface. The other...
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