The Faded Road
The brass astrolabe sat upon the polished oak desk, its intricate lattice of metal rings catching the pale, grey light that filtered through the high, arched windows of the Chancery, a silent testament to the precision of celestial mechanics that had long since ceased to govern the daily rhythms of the court, yet which remained, in the rigid hierarchy of the Palace, the ultimate arbiter of...
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