The Lecturer's Progress

 is considered a Hidden Quality Albion: Royal Society in Sunless Skies.

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"She uses the telescope to progress her own theories. In the interests of London."

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Telescope

 * [ 0 ] 'The work continues sporadically. It would help if London would put a bit more support behind me, rather than casting its nets where-ever it thinks it might get a bite. I was appointed as their expert. But no matter, as soon as I get my hands on the telescope again, I'll turn my attentions back to our enemy in Azure.'
 * [ 1 ] 'Incandescent fire on the horizon. A warning? A welcome? Sometimes I think they speak in sigils to confound us. Dolton has proved useless, as ever. Perhaps I shall make a pyre of his books and use the ashes to draw the Correspondence in my notes. All this is to say, the heavens remain an enigma, searing, splendid, and sibylline.'
 * [ 2 ] 'A breakthrough! I worked late into the night, burning every candle to keep myself warm The budget can spare it, and d__n the Bursar. There are gaps between the stars, where stars once were. This must be the origination of the Discordance. Our enemies maneuver, out there in the cold and dark, and conspire against itself. But the Azure, the enemy at the Gate, has not turned its gaze away. I feel its light like breath on my neck, I feel its Law. It hates us. I must warn London to only send astronomers whose usage of hours is moderate in future.'
 * [ 3 ] 'I was commended at graduation for my tenacity, my nerve, and my lack of imagination. I find myself returning to those virtues more and more lately. I have ordered the telescope directed entirely at the azure. We feel the full force of its glare. I see shades, spirits, phantasms. Sometimes, I think I am being toyed with. Just the other night, I awoke to a beam of blue starlight, right over the scope. I crept out there, and stood, alone, on the edge of night. I felt judgement. All that I am could be boiled to atoms and scattered to the farthest edges of the horizon, and still it would pursue me until not even the wind dares howl my name. And once I am less than the smallest molecule of dust, it would forget me utterly, its attention fixed on some grander design. This is the nature of our enemy.'

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