The Melting 38


I studied the Almanac until I dropped off to sleep. I had been searching for the optimum time and date, the coldest night and the newest moon; a black sky with nothing to guide me but an inner sense. I woke late, skipped breakfast, and followed my usual route to the Pasternak. The Secretary was unrolling a sheet of tracing paper marked with numbers and …

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