The Distant Threshold

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The brass astrolabe hung from my neck by a chain that had gone green against the skin, a cold weight that pulled at my clavicle every time I took a breath. It was an object of precise, unforgiving geometry, its concentric rings inscribed with coordinates that did not correspond to any map I had ever seen. For three days, I had carried it through the mist that swallowed the edges of the city, a...

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