The Wistful Voyage

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The object was a brass astrolabe. It sat in your pocket, heavy as a verdict. You had stolen it from the museum three nights ago. Not for the money. For the shape. The way the rings interlocked. The way it held the sky in its cold, metallic grip. You are a thief. You have always been a thief. But this time, the theft felt different. It felt like a rescue. You are walking the ridge. The air is...

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