The Wistful Voyage
Did you think we could hold the line? Chapter One The question hung in the air, heavier than the smoke that filled the dining room of the observatory’s midnight office. I stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass, a relentless drumming that sounded like the cash tills in the empty arcade outside, a mechanical rhythm that marked the passage of time we were trying to freeze....
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