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Chapter 6 – Jace
The evening morphed into the kind of late summer night that picks up seamlessly where day left off. In the fading light, students tossed Frisbees on the green. Others sat on the grass in small groups, speaking in hushed tones, an occasional laugh carried on the light breeze. “This is just so weird.” Clare gazed at the field in front of her, elbow planted firmly on a small table, chin cupped in hand. “Don’t you think, Jace? Everything looks so normal, right?” A few muffled piano notes drifted through the stone walls of Mathey College. Sick of being ignored, Clare sat up and banged a hand on the table. “Jace? … Jace!” “Oh,…
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Chapter 5 – The Drennan Brothers
SatSphere. Jack Drennan sat slumped on a barstool with his elbows propped on the bar and his chin resting on tightly closed fists. He stared hypnotically into his tumbler of 16-year-old Lagavulin scotch, the two sacrilegious cubes of ice floating around the rim like a pas de deux. He left its twin untouched on the bar in front of the empty seat next to him. Fucking SatSphere. A nudge at his elbow wrenched him from the depths of his melancholic reverie. “Brother. Sorry to keep you waiting. Is our table ready?” Jack looked up over his shoulder at his older brother, Peter. Drops of rain wound snakelike patterns down his…
Chapter 4 – Helios
It had all the appearances of a chance meeting, the kind that occurs repeatedly at these types of conferences, but it wasn’t, not by a long shot. Elizabeth Hunter was an unheralded genius of astrophysics. She had done multiple studies on coronal mass ejection (CME) events and solar flares but had published only a few, with most of her findings disseminated during conference lectures such as this one. Dr. Alan Somerville had found a picture of her on the McGill University’s website, and he arranged to follow her to Paris once he confirmed she’d be speaking. He was desperate to meet her, to pick her brain. If her prediction was…
