The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The brass astrolabe sat on the center of the oak table, its intricate gears silent, its tarnished surface reflecting the grey, indifferent light of the city outside. To the untrained eye, it was merely an antique, a relic of a bygone precision, but to Elias, it was the beating heart of his father’s obsession, a heavy, cold weight that anchored his days in a web of unspoken accusations. The city...

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