The Wistful Crossroads

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The steam from the copper boilers hissed like a living thing, a constant, high-pitched shriek that drilled into the marrow of Margaret’s bones and made her hands tremble, not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the clockwork mechanism that governed their lives in this cramped, iron-riveted observatory. She stood before the great brass astrolabe, her fingers hovering over the...

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