The Distant Temple

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The old brass astrolabe sat on the mahogany desk, its rings tarnished by decades of handling, catching the gray light from the window where the rain had begun to streak the glass in slow, weeping lines. I remember the moment I first touched it, not as a tool of calculation, but as a weight, a cold anchor in the chaotic sea of my own becoming. We were leaving then, my sister Elara and I, our...

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