Ad Astra

Giles smiled pleasantly at the young astronomy student.

“I believe this will be useful. It’s old, yes, but, I doubt the stars have altered position much since –” He flipped pages, “- 1964.”

Peter studied the dense text and black and white photographs dubiously and then gave Giles a bright smile.

“Sure. Thanks.”

When the book was returned, weeks later, a faint brown smudge decorating the cover, Giles sighed, re-shelved it, and waived the fine.

The survivors of Peter’s family had enough to deal with.

And Peter, who had escaped the Slayer’s stake, now had eternity to study the stars.

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