The Golden Harbor
The brass telescope had not been used in forty years, yet its surface remained polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the flickering gaslight of my study with a cold, metallic indifference. I held it in my hands, feeling the weight of its silence, the heavy, cold gravity of an object that had once promised to reveal the stars but had instead only captured the dust of a forgotten age. My...
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