On this day, the twenty-first of September in the year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and forty-one, the imperial and provincial gazettes of the Austrian Empire have been collected and laid be…
A biting chill, sharp as a dagger's edge, pierces the observatory's slatted shutters, carrying upon it the heavy, resinous breath of pine and the sodden, loamy scent of rain-drenched earth. The hour i…
A pale, spectral wash of moonlight struggles through a canopy of heavy storm clouds, casting a wan, ghostly illumination upon the jagged peaks. The waxing gibbous moon, though visible, is but a veiled…
A sudden, resinous chill creeps through the observatory's stone walls, borne on a northwest breeze that whispers of ice and ancient firs. The mercury in my barometer has fallen with alarming haste—now…
From the Imperial capital, the Wiener Zeitung of the 20th of September in this year of Our Lord 1841 has reached our scriptorium, its pages dense with the sober intelligence of the Habsburg chancery. …
A pallid Autumnal quietude has settled upon the high crags, as though the very atmosphere were held in suspense betwixt breath and silence. The sky, but a quarter-veiled in cloud (26 per cent, as my s…