The Distant Nightmare

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The brass astrolabe lay in the center of the table, a cold and intricate web of metal that seemed to hold the weight of the sky itself. It was not merely an instrument of navigation, but a mirror of the soul, polished to such a mirror-shine that Elias Thorne could see his own weary, hollowed face reflected in the curved rings. He had been walking for three months, since the borders of the old...

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