At the Edge of Space: New story at The Grey Scribe: At the Edge of Space

My research had taken a third of my life. In that time my hair had turned from sleek black to brittle grey while the mind within was fired and contorted in ways unimagined in my youth. The hands that had once caressed my beautiful wife has gained gnarls and wrinkles, but lost her. She left when my research became all consuming, taking the dog and the last things I loved with her.

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