Chapter 18: The Green Star

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌⁠The world was held in a savage gloom—cold and intolerable. Outside, all was quiet—quiet! From the dark room behind me, came the occasional, soft thud[1] of falling matter—fragments of rotting stone. So time passed, and night grasped the world, wrapping it in wrappings of impenetrable blackness.

There was no night-sky, as we know it. Even the few straggling stars had vanished, conclusively. I might