The Wistful Asylum

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The morning light fell in long, pale shafts through the high windows of the observatory, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stillness like a silent, microscopic congregation. Julian Thorne stood before the great brass telescope, his hands resting lightly on the cold railing, feeling the vibration of the earth beneath his feet. He was a man who had spent thirty years cataloging the...

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