The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a perpetual grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the university courtyard and seeped into the bones of anyone foolish enough to stand outside. Elias Vane stood beneath the eaves of the old library, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of a brass astrolabe that felt heavy, not with its weight, but with the silent, accumulating...

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