The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 10:32:18 -

The glass of the observatory dome did not reflect the moon; it swallowed it. I sat in the high chair, my back pressed against the cold iron of the telescope’s cradle, watching the stars bleed into the darkness outside. The air inside was thick, stale with the scent of ozone and old paper, a atmosphere that felt less like a room and more like the interior of a vast, sleeping lung. I was a...

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