The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for forty days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of despair. I held the astrolabe in my hands, its brass surface cold and smooth, worn thin by the friction of years spent seeking order in the chaos of the sky. It was a beautiful instrument, precise in its mechanics, yet useless against the deluge that had swallowed our...

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