The Wistful Ashes
The banquet hall of the Institute for Atmospheric Continuity was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the smog line of New London, where the air was so thick with particulate matter that the sun appeared as a pale, bruised coin pressed against a dirty pane. We were gathered there, the senior researchers and their spouses, to celebrate the completion of the Aetheric Loop, a machine we...
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