The Distant Legend

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The brass astrolabe sat on the mahogany desk, its gears frozen in a mid-turn that had lasted forty years, catching the gray light of the factory window like a trapped eye. I did not look at it. I could not bear to look at it, for if I looked, I would remember that it was not a timepiece, nor a navigational instrument, but a mirror, and what it reflected was not the sky, but the hollow space...

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