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The Astronomer's Ledger

The transition was less an arrival and more an abrupt shift in reality, as if Noel Palmer had simply stepped from one mislabeled conference room into another, far stranger one. One moment, he was hunched over the glaring screen of his monitor, the pressure of the looming merger a physical weight in his chest, the acrid taste of stale coffee on his tongue. The next, he was standing, disoriented, in the middle of a room that defied logical categorization. Warm, soft light emanated from lanterns that seemed to float in the air, casting a cozy glow on plush armchairs and low, polished tables. The air, thick with the gentle aroma of brewing teas and unfamiliar herbs, was a stark contrast to the sterile, recycled air of his office. A soft, almost imperceptible melody wound its way through the quiet, and the place felt… timeless. Noel instinctively checked his wrist for his smartwatch, a phantom sensation lingering where it used to be. He frowned, a crease forming between his brows. "Alr...
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