The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The brass astrolabe was cold in my palm. It had been sitting on the mantelpiece for three days, gathering a thin film of dust that smelled of old paper and damp wool. I picked it up. The metal was heavy, dense with a gravity that seemed to pull at the bones of my wrist. I turned it over. The inscriptions were etched in a script I recognized, though I could not name it. It was the language of...

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