The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The brass astrolabe sat on the workbench, its surface dull with the dust of thirty years, waiting for a hand that would no longer come. I kept it there, in the center of the oak, as if it were a wound that had refused to close. To the untrained eye, it was merely an instrument of navigation, a relic of a trade I had built with calloused fingers and a mind that had once seen angles where others...

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