The Golden Crossing

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The rain on the glass was a slow, grey curtain. It blurred the world outside the university library, turning the streetlamps into weeping halos of amber and gold. I sat in my usual corner, surrounded by towers of paper. My desk was a battlefield of ink-stained maps and faded photographs. In the center lay the object that had consumed my life for thirty years. It was a small, brass astrolabe....

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