The Red Age of Reason

Enlightenment isn't always light. Sometimes it burns. A short story.

The friendly planet orbited the giant red sun, enlightened in both mind and space, blessed with pleasant weather, blessed with people intelligent and aware—mostly unencumbered by ignorance, always willing to see the truth, no matter what cherished illusion it destroyed. Soon, the red sun would hang low and vast as morning came over the Place of Executio…