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Previously

…They reached the bottom of the hill and broke into a run, the lens warm and heavy in Eliza's hands. The observatory's dome gleamed in the distance, a beacon of hope and danger all at once. Behind them, the mill groaned and settled, as if settling into a long sleep. "We're almost there," Mr. Griggs said, breathless. Eliza nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the watcher was still out there, watching, waiting. And somewhere, deep in the observatory, the sphere hummed with growing power, eager for the lens that would complete it. The night was far from over.