The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The brass astrolabe had sat on my workbench for three hundred years, its intricate gears frozen in a state of perpetual, silent tension, a mechanical heart that had stopped beating the moment my father’s fingers first touched the cold, unyielding metal of the celestial sphere. I am a keeper of such things, a custodian of the dead hours, and in the dim, dust-choked sanctity of the Royal...

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