The Wistful Silence

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The brass astrolabe in my hand hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a low, sustained thrum that was less a sound than a physical pressure, a weight that pressed against the inside of my skull and demanded to be acknowledged as part of the self, a resonance that had become so intrinsic to my existence that I could no longer distinguish the ticking of the...

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