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Dawn light filters through tall windows of the von Sternberg Observatory, dust motes swirling in the air.
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The Star Weaver's Secret
Dawn light filters through tall windows of the von Sternberg Observatory, dust motes swirling in the air.
Elisabeth stands in Weber’s office, adjusting her spectacles, her notes in hand.
Weber polishes his pocket watch, his face unreadable.
Elisabeth reacts to Weber’s words, her hands trembling slightly.
Weber stands with hands clasped behind his back, his expression cold.
Elisabeth’s face is pale, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Elisabeth sits at Weber’s desk, staring at the closed ledger.
Elisabeth’s hands clutch her notes as she stares at the floor.
Elisabeth stands, clutching her notes, preparing to leave.
Elisabeth runs through the streets of Vienna, her shadow long, the city’s spires looming.
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