The Golden Crossing

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The brass astrolabe had hung above the mantle in my father’s study for forty years, a heavy, intricate wheel of gears and etched stars that did not tell time, but seemed to count something else, something slower and more terrible. It was a relic of the old world, brought over by him when he was a boy of twelve, fleeing the smoke of a city that no longer existed in any map I had ever seen. We...

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