The Pale Banner
The heavy brass astrolabe sat on the center of the oak table, its intricate brass gears silent and still, catching the grey light of the overcast afternoon. It was a beautiful object, a relic from a time when men still believed that the stars could be mapped and pinned down like insects in a jar, and to Dr. Arthur Penhaligon, it was not merely a piece of furniture but a mirror reflecting the...
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