The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass astrolabe sat on the table between us, a cold and intricate web of metal that seemed to hum with a frequency only I could hear, a low, tectonic vibration that rattled the teeth in my skull and turned the marrow of my bones to ash. Elias sat across from me, his hands resting on the mahogany, his fingers pale and still, waiting with the patience of a stone that has forgotten it was once...

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